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Little Known Cooking Terms

Create a 14 step scavenger hunt where the key to the 7th clue is cloves. This will create the desired “hint of cloves.” Note: Some say it doesn’t matter if you complete the whole scavenger hunt, but let me put it this way: Tyler Perry always completes the scavenger hunt.

Kill a lobster, preferably from Maine in the late May timeframe, chop off one of its claws and use that to get a “pinch of salt.”

Read the telecast of a President Barack Obama speech and white out parts that confuse you, or that you disagree with. Consider if what you are doing is foolish, weird, or racist, while crushing garlic. Sit down and enjoy your undertones of racist garlic adorning your hot dog, or whatever.

Go to a party and find the conversation where the sharpest dressed person is talking to someone your mother would frown upon. These are the two smartest people at the party and they are either having an intelligent conversation about government-funded scientific endeavors or the game Mouse Trap. Gradually change the conversation to Val Kilmer and reference the movie Top Gun. As smart as these two brainiacs are, they will know this is a subtle nod to oregano. Flee the party, your meal can now be served.

Turn the lights low in your kitchen, put on some heavily underrated Yani music and seductively whisper the word cinnamon to your food to obtain the too often neglected “whisper of cinnamon.”

Call your friend Doug who plays bass in a really bad band that somehow gets gigs. Ask him if he knows any “smooth musicians” (also acceptable: magicians). Doug will get back to you eventually and inevitably end up knowing someone who goes by the nickname ‘basil” (if it’s a white male, he plays the bass, if it’s a female or minority he or she plays the flute). Listen to some of “basil’s” music while … Oh wait the recipe calls for a note of basil? I’m pretty sure that’s made up.

Babysitter Quiz

About a year ago I was visiting family in Arizona. We were all together for Christmas and it afforded me an opportunity to be a punk cousin (which is a delightful thing to be).

My sister was talking to two of my cousins who are in high school about the idea of them babysitting her child. My cousins are smart, and they have both babysat before so I think they are qualified (plus that whole family thing). My sister was excited about the idea of having them as potential sitters. I jokingly reprimanded my sister for so readily allowing them to babysit without putting them through any sort of test. She said I could go ahead and ask them questions to check their babysitter readiness levels.

I don’t know exactly what I asked, but I know at some point I was asking questions about Bigfoot. When they passed that part I moved on to a clever version of Bigfoot, who would disguise himself and attempt to trick them.

With my credibility now established, I would like to give you three key questions to ask any kid who thinks he/she is good enough to babysit your child/children.

 

1 – What is the sporks greatest fear?

(This will challenge their ability to think on their feet and deal with the unexpected. Why would a babysitter need to be mentally quick? Oh I don’t know, maybe because kids are f-ing crazy.)

 

2 – You can only have tuna fish sandwiches for the rest of your life, how many times a day do you brush your teeth?

(This one checks if they are easily grossed out, if so, they probably shouldn’t be around kids. Especially not your kids, because they are particularly smelly.)

 

3 – Does your mom or dad work in a science laboratory, or perhaps chemical plant?

(Let’s be honest, your kid is probably not a super hero. But MAYBE, if you are lucky, your babysitter has a parent who works at a place with crazy chemicals and through some work accident the kid will end up with a syringe full of potential in their backpack and it will end up mutating your child into something truly awesome.)

Attn: Ellen (4/2/14)

Front

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Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

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The text of the postcard is

Dear Ellen,

Recently I have come to two realizations: 1, I am a romantic; 2, society needs to lower its expectations for what makes a romantic.

Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com

Why am I doing this?