Showing posts with label Will. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Will. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Hmph.

The Trash Can Cone: my least favorite cone.

Here is my first example of those unsightly trash can cones I mentioned last time.  I'm all for multi-purpose items, like sporks (it's a two-for!) but why turn what could be a perfectly nice advertisement for your tasty gelato stand into something that holds rubbish and smells like sour milk?  (Oh my!  I suppose this means I HAVE found scented giant food items, after all!) 

Will took this photo in April 2007.  We were in Venice, which we visited often because it was gorgeous, only 45 minutes away, and teeming with oversized gelato cones.  This particular instance was back before the Big Food Hunt had become a "thing" (i.e. "obsession") so as I posed I was trying to be inconspicuous to not draw undue attention from the gelato eaters and sellers.  These days I'd go ahead and pull it out of the shop and into the best lighting, swivel it around to the most attractive angle, and perhaps even tuck the trash bag out of sight.  Let them stare.  Shame be damned.  I'm on a mission from god.

What my loved ones have to say about it:
Heather:  Why is ice cream the food that everyone chooses to make gigantic?
Will:  ‎I think because the conical shape makes it easier to fashion into a variety of useful objects like trashcans. They'd have a hard time making a giant steak into a trashcan.
Heather:  Other foods?? I would throw trash in a Banana-can.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Here we go...

Giant croissant!  Yes, I know it looks like a maggot, and no, I don't mind.

And so it began.  It was December 2006, six months after I moved to Italy to be with my husband, Will.  He took me on a romantic Army-sponsored trip to Lugano, Switzerland, where we saw a gorgeous lake and a beautiful-but-sort-of-frightening-up-close swan roaming the streets.  We took this photo for the novelty of it.  I remember thinking as I stood there, "Wow, this giant croissant is scented!"  A split second later I realized that the door of the corresponding bakery was open and wafting out delicious bready smells.  To this day I have yet to discover a scented giant food item... not for lack of trying.

What my loved ones have to say about it:
Amber:  That croissant could eat you!!