Thursday, January 21, 2016

From the Cracking Herself Up Again File

One of the Christmas desserts I baked required that I make a batch of something that I had not heard of in all my four years of grain-free baking:  Date Paste.  The recipe, which is just dates and water blended up, made far more than I needed for the dessert, so ever since Christmas Eve, every time I rummage through the refrigerator, I stumble across this little container with the appropriate identifying label.

And do I think of food?


I think of dating.

I think of all the ways that a lover tries to get his beloved to stay with him/her and how Date Paste could be marketed to the lovelorn, "As Seen on TV."

And I imagine the TV commercial, maybe with Lionel Richie crooning "Stuck on You" in the background, while the camera zooms in on a guy secretly covering his hand with Date Paste.

I suppress a giggle.

I snort.

I'm totally warped.  I know.

I need to throw that stuff out today.


Kathy Felsted Usher said...

LOL, Date Paste. I'll let my daughter know about this!

Wendy Haught said...

Ha! Is she in need of it for cooking or dating? lol.