As I was eating lunch this morning, I noticed a box containing “Ginger Honey Crystals.” The Spawn had bought them, as she is fond of herbal teas and such. All well and good, as far as I’m concerned — it’s not as though I have to drink them. But because I’ll read pretty much anything people put before me, and because the box was there — well, you know.
So as I read this, one thing I noted is that, although one is supposed to let this stuff steep in hot water, it isn’t a tea, and correspondingly is not described in terms of tea bags. Rather, the stuff is contained in “sachets.” Fine, I guess, though a bit pretentious perhaps. However, I have to admit that I giggled when I read a blurb that said “If served hot, it will warm you from the inside out.” It seems to me that this is true of pretty much anything that one consumes while hot, up to and including molten lead.
I called the blurb to the Spawn’s attention, and added that if one serves it as pressurized live steam, it can warm the
victim consumer from the outside in as well. She told me not to mock her hippie drinks, and I replied that someone was paid actual money to compose that text. If she gets around to trying the stuff, I let you know what she thinks.
As the Spawn is moving to Maryland in the next few months, and because it is my understanding that upon filing change of address forms in the Old Line State, one is pelted with crab meat and Old Bay seasoning, I accompanied her to the allergist’s office so that she could be tested for various seafood allergies. My father grew violently allergic to shellfish as he grew older — he claimed that if he were going to off himself, he’d do it at Red Lobster — and given the Spawn’s history of food allergies, we thought it would be wise to check.
Rather than doing the traditional skin tests for allergies, the Spawn has blood drawn and tested at a lab. No, I don’t understand the process either — I’m not that kind of doctor. In any case, the allergist (who has treated the Spawn since we moved here back in 2003) was putting together a list of potential allergens. As he was making the list, the Spawn said, “Can you check for tamarind?”
I said, “What, like the monkey?” Turns out that’s a tamarin. The Spawn was referring to a legume, the pods of which are used as an ingredient in Indian, Latin American, and Caribbean cuisine, and the Main Squeeze is a fan of Latin cooking. However, it also turns out that there’s no allergen test for it, at least as far as the doctor and the folks at the lab were able to discover. Further details as events warrant.
The mail today contained a couple of pretty cool things. I received the annual Edgar Awards banquet program that I get for being an MWA member, and I also got my hardbound contributor’s copy of At Home in the Dark, signed by Ell Bee himself. Every once in a while, the universe reminds me that this fictioneering stuff seems to suit me pretty well.
Alas, the hardbound version of AHitD is sold out, but the book remains available on dead tree and in e-form for your consumption. It’ll be worth it.
For the musical closer, here’s a little number I heard at Beyond the Beat Generation. The group was Yokohama, Japan’s Golden Cups, and the track is “Hiwa-Mata Noboru,” from 1967. I don’t speak Japanese, but I have the impression that the title means “The Sun Will Rise Again.” Even if that’s not true, it’s got some nifty fuzz.
See you soon!