Tuesday, 24 February 2009

probably the best think in the world

this weekend, whilst having a pretty rough and peculiar breakfast at some service station with a couple of friends, i made the statement "can we not sit here?...it smells like hot". then i continued to try to convince everyone that hot DOES have a smell!! like when it's about to rain, that has a smell. they all agreed with that one, but the 'smell of hot' argument was less successful.

anyway. the conversation quickly moved onto when something tastes like a smell. it doesn't really make sense and I'm sure there's some scientific explanation for it, but for now, I'm happy to call it that. then i thought...wouldn't it be nice to have a sandwich that tasted like the smell of cut grass...or petrol, and for this hybrid sandwich stuck in the middle of taste and smell, to actually taste like the smell, and not just taste like grass...because that's not particularly satisfying.

wouldn't that be just magical?

anyway...i did this in honor of that conversation on a strange Saturday morning on our way home from some friend filled night full of things i wish i could remember...

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