On the Snippet

I'm snippeting again. The last snippet came from my son. He actually heard an employee say that to a customer once in a fast food restaurant. I'm not clear on any other details, but the images created in my mind by that quote are awesome.

Here's a new snippet for you. I hope you can have fun with this one.

"Let me try that. It's not magic."

Wow. Wouldn't today be the perfect day for a massage and a hot bath, and a glass of wine with apple slices covered in caramel? I think so. The beat moves on drummers. Until tomorrow.

Pencils Ready....!

I think it's time to Snippet again.

The last snippet came from the first page of Out of Africa, by Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), one of my all time favorite books..."I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills..." All of her books are very good and I recommend them if you like the sort of book that takes you somewhere else, but not too fast and not with too much vigor. As well as Tombstone, Arizona, one of my travel goals in life is to visit Karen Blixen's house in Denmark, which is now a museum.
Alas, that for another day.

For today, I give you this new snippet...

"Ah, excuse me, Ma'am? Could you please stop that? The ketchup is not a TOY."

Now, what can you all give me in return? Pencils (and keyboards) at the ready...let's see what you've got.
'Til later chowhounds.

New Snippet

I can't help it. I have to post a new Snippet. I love snippeting and I just came across a lovely tidbit. First though, I have to tell you where the last snippet came from - you know, to be all legal and everything.
That little tiddy came from one of my favorite books in my collection of vintage or just plain old books: Heloise's Kitchen Hints, by Heloise, published in 1963 by Prentice Hall. This comes from page 2, in a very plucky explanation about how to organize your kitchen cabinets by the color of the items in them. You know, green-pickles, yellow-corn. According to Heloise (and I believe everything she says) it makes it very very easy to find things, even for the husbands, who according to Heloise can't find anything without their wives. As much as I love my lady Heloise, I think my husband could find the pickles quite on his own.


So, today I give you a completely different kind of snippet. I'm anxious to see how this one goes.

In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.

Watcha got to say about that?

Holy Snippeting Pickles, Batman!

I realized this morning that I had said I would post another Snippet yesterday. Yesterday got by me, and now, today almost has too.

Let's see what everyone does with this one. Enter your addition in the Comments. Remember, you don't have to follow along with anyone else's work. Just add to this Snippet in any way you see fit. I'll disclose the origins of this quote in a few days.

You need your pickles. Just why should you move catsup bottles, mayonnaise jars, relishes and bottles of steak sauce to find those pickles?

Good luck and happy Snippeting!

Hmmm, how will this work, I wonder...

I'm trying something new; still working on the evolution of this blog. I'm not giving up on the Photo Challenge (don't worry - I love the Photo Challenge). As much as I love photos though, I also love words. I like to see how different people use them, put them together, inflect them (make them up, as I think I just did) and react to them. Let's try this...

I'll start with what I call a "snippet" - a piece of prose or a quote or a few words, that I found in a book, or heard in a conversation, or found floating in the air.

You go with it. Add at will. Give it a beginning, or continue it on toward some new end. Add one sentence, one paragraph, or go all crazy and write a whole story or dissertation. Even a song, or poem will do. You don't have to be Thoreau, Tolkien or Tolstoy. Just have fun with it. That's the whole idea.

Click on "Comment" below to add to the snippet. Check back often to read other's additions in the "Comments".

Here we go. Here's the first snippet.

Running, running, running up the stairs at top speed, I whirl around the corner toward his room, just a tiny bit out of balance from taking the corner so fast.