Confessions of a random mind
Feb. 13th, 2003 01:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmolinguistI have a bottle of apple juice and was thinking that it tasted sweeter than I like my apple juice (which probably wouldn't take much). I decided to check the ingredients, and read "100% apple juice from concentrate (filtered water and concentrated apple juice)", which is all fine and good but then there were more ingredients! Didn't it just say it was 100% juice? I thought that wouldn't leave room for anything else. Well, the only other two things are "malic acid and asorbic acid (vitamin C)" so maybe that's okay. But after that comes the most interesting part: "Contains concentrate from Germany, Austria, Italy, Hungary, Argentina, Chlie, China, Turkey, Brazil, and the United States." Such diversity. We don't even like all of those countries. Why such international apple juice? It doesn't take that much concentrate for a 16 oz. bottle of juice.
I don't even think of most of those countries as being big apple-producers...though I guess they don't have to have apples there, it just says "concentrate" from all of those countries. Besides, there aren't any countries I do associate with producing apples, either. I guess apples aren't as distinctive a food as lutefisk or baklava or sushi. Apple pie is thought of as American, but are apples from America (any of the Americas)? Where do apples come from? Besides Johnny Appleseed, I mean.
When I was in grade school I remember celebrating some kind of Johnny Appleseed day because I remember my mom being afraid to send the apple peeler with me to school when I was in second grade. I did cut myself too, a little bit. I don't remember what we did with the apples, but I think it might have been apple pie. Which I don't like. I don't really like pie at all. Though when I go to Baker's Square I will usually get the Caramel Pecan Silk Supreme, which my dad has gotten me hooked on. I have to remember to say "car-mel" instead of "caramel," the way I like to, because it seems to mess people up.
It's like referring to the evening meal as "dinner" when I'm around my parents, it totally screws them up. Since I've come to college I've been around people who say the meals are called "breakfast," "lunch" and "dinner." Where I live, though, it's "breakfast," "dinner," and "supper," with "lunch" reserved for all random eatings at other times during the day. Don't look at me, I didn't make the rules. I'm also not responsible for people saying "melk" instead of "milk." Al has told me this really bothers her. She has relatives in Iowa, they say it there, too. And no, this does not mean I live in Iowa! I'm still on the good side of the line. We have lakes here. And trees!
Al's the one who's going to end up with a kid named "Melch," though. Short for Melchizedek. That came about when Matthew told us how one of his parents (somehow I have a feeling it might be his dad) wanted to name him Melchizedek. Allison thought that was a cool name. Plus, then she can say, "Melch, pass the milk."
I really should stop now.
All of this started just because of all the countries on the label of my bottle of juice, I promise. People who say they don't have anything to write about are lying to you. There are always things there; they may just surprise you. Like they did me.
I don't even think of most of those countries as being big apple-producers...though I guess they don't have to have apples there, it just says "concentrate" from all of those countries. Besides, there aren't any countries I do associate with producing apples, either. I guess apples aren't as distinctive a food as lutefisk or baklava or sushi. Apple pie is thought of as American, but are apples from America (any of the Americas)? Where do apples come from? Besides Johnny Appleseed, I mean.
When I was in grade school I remember celebrating some kind of Johnny Appleseed day because I remember my mom being afraid to send the apple peeler with me to school when I was in second grade. I did cut myself too, a little bit. I don't remember what we did with the apples, but I think it might have been apple pie. Which I don't like. I don't really like pie at all. Though when I go to Baker's Square I will usually get the Caramel Pecan Silk Supreme, which my dad has gotten me hooked on. I have to remember to say "car-mel" instead of "caramel," the way I like to, because it seems to mess people up.
It's like referring to the evening meal as "dinner" when I'm around my parents, it totally screws them up. Since I've come to college I've been around people who say the meals are called "breakfast," "lunch" and "dinner." Where I live, though, it's "breakfast," "dinner," and "supper," with "lunch" reserved for all random eatings at other times during the day. Don't look at me, I didn't make the rules. I'm also not responsible for people saying "melk" instead of "milk." Al has told me this really bothers her. She has relatives in Iowa, they say it there, too. And no, this does not mean I live in Iowa! I'm still on the good side of the line. We have lakes here. And trees!
Al's the one who's going to end up with a kid named "Melch," though. Short for Melchizedek. That came about when Matthew told us how one of his parents (somehow I have a feeling it might be his dad) wanted to name him Melchizedek. Allison thought that was a cool name. Plus, then she can say, "Melch, pass the milk."
I really should stop now.
All of this started just because of all the countries on the label of my bottle of juice, I promise. People who say they don't have anything to write about are lying to you. There are always things there; they may just surprise you. Like they did me.