I ate a lot of seaweed today. Like, an acre of it, at least.
My supervisor brought in seaweed snacks from the brand spanking new Korean grocery store up the street from work. She pulled me aside this morning and said in hushed tones, "Hey, look what I got for us. Seaweed snacks. They're addictive." Me, being the uber-nerd I am, asked, "Are they Korean? I only really like the Korean ones." She said they were and opened a package. I already knew I liked them because my friend has been addicted to them for ages and tried to get me hooked on them. We, along with our co-workers, ate 150 sheets of seaweed in about 3 hours.
Actually, my friend started eating them because she was poor and the snacks are so cheap. When we went to an out-of-town weekend concert she ate around 50 or 60 packs, each pack with around 10 small sheets. That makes 5 tonnes of seaweed. When her stomach started hurting she asked if I thought it might be from that. Uh... ya?
I used to try to get my friends hooked on candy. The easiest thing is Rockets. Around Hallowe'en I would give them to friends and random people on the bus or at movies or wherever, hoping they would turn to Rockets when they needed a fix of something. It worked. Unfortunately you can't really buy Rockets anytime but Hallowe'en so...
Tonight I opened a package of toasted laver at my friends' house for Games Night. The one friend said she didn't really like seaweed on its own, but caved after a little peer pressure. And she liked them. The other decided to go buy them for her husband, who gave up potato chips for Lent. So maybe seaweed will be the new Rockets for the rest of the year. They're not fishy; they're just salty and crunchy and yummy.
If you're reading this on the 17th, tonight will be a Billy Bishop night, if you care to join.
Currently watching :
The Yes Men
Release date: 15 February, 2005
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