Or: An offer he couldn't refuse...
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#Biscuit
Another day, another cookie. But something was different this morning. Sid didn't wake up with his usual ravenous craving for breakfast cookies (which would be followed by lunch, snack, dinner, and night snack cookies). He woke up with pangs of conscience. Was it right what he was doing? Eating cookies, cookies cookies? When he had taken a look at himself in the mirror the other day, he all of a sudden had a Dejá Vu. A cookie Dejá Vu. Oh dear, he felt panic rising. Was it possible that... he? Sid? Was... a cookie, too?!? He looked at the delicious-looking chocolate chip cookie right in front of him. "Hel...lo?", he asked with a quivering voice. "Can... can you hear me?" A somewhat deafening silence answered him. Next, he heard a familiar grumbling coming from below. And it was more than the usual "Me hungry, where are me cookies?" grumbling. This time, the grumbling in his stomach spoke to him. "Sid, Sid, Sid," it said. "You moron! You aren't a cookie, you are a macaroon. Ma-ca-roon. A fabulous Italian Brutti ma Buoni. Made with nocciole italiane. You are Sid. You are special. Capiche?" Sid sighed. A huge weight was lifted from his mind. "I'm Italian?", he asked in bewilderment. A big smile appeared on his face. "Wow! I must tell Grover, Kermit, and all the others when they come over for my birthday cookie party. I'm so proud!" And with an earsplitting growl of "Coooookkkieeees, Me Eeeeeat!!!!" he dug into his favourite type of cookie, the chocolate chip cookie right in front of him – and the world's shortest existential crisis ever had dissolved into thin air. Or rather: into crumbles.
Unbeknownst to Sid, however, Brutti ma Buoni (which means "ugly but good") are very much classified as biscuits. Just like the more obvious choice, the quinoa chocolate chip cookie on the small wooden fork. And both are delicious ;) Btw, did you know that the Cookie Monster has a name? Well, he does, and it is Sid. A fact that I learned when I did some research to refresh my Sesame Street knowledge. The Cookie Monster revealed his name as late as 2004, long after my own Sesame Street days, so I'm not surprised I didn't know ;)
Ingredients: an Italian hazelnut macaron, dyed blue with food colour, and adorned with modeling clay eyes, a chocolate chip cookie, a wooden fork (from an instant noodle bowl), a wooden drip mat, black foam sheet as backdrop, soft light from above. This is my test shot, a single photo taken in shadow priority mode. The width of the frame is 6,5 cm / 2,5 inches. It's not the technically most brilliant capture, but I somehow liked it even with all its shortcomings, so I decided to keep it short and simple this time. In fact, doing the write-up took much longer than taking the photo ;)
I'm very busy today, so I'll catch up with you tonight. HMM, Everyone!
Das Krümelmonster in einer Sinnkrise
Was wäre wenn... das Krümelmonster selbst ein Keks wäre? Das würde gewiss im ersten Moment der Selbsterkenntnis eine echte Sinnkrise in ihm auslösen (s. englischen Text oben). Wer aber das Krümelmonster kennt, und ich gehe mal davon aus, dass das die meisten von uns tun, weiß auch um seinen unstillbaren Hunger auf alles Krümelige ;) Vielleicht würde es sogar im ersten Moment darüber nachdenken, auf Gemüse umzusteigen – sobald es dann aber den ersten Keks zu Gesicht bekäme, würde es keinen Moment zögern und sich mit dem wohlbekannten, ohrenbetäubenden Schrei "Keeeeeekse!!!" darauf stürzen. Oder? Ich würde darauf wetten. Im echten Leben war es dann aber natürlich ich, die beide im Bild zu sehenden Gebäckstücke verspeist hat. Mit Genuss, denn sowohl das Krümelmonster in Gestalt eines mit Lebensmittelfarbe und Knetaugen (die ich vor dem Verzehr natürlich entfernt habe) präparierten "Brutti ma Buoni" ("hässlich, aber gut" – und das sind diese italienischen Haselnuss-Makronen) als auch sein bedauernswertes Opfer, ein Quinoa-Kakao-Keks mit Schokostückchen (übrigens des Krümelmonsters Lieblingskeks, was die Annahme, es könnte sich zum Vegeatrier wandeln, noch unwahrscheinlicher macht), haben nach "Mehr" geschmeckt. Dabei bin ich eigentlich gar kein Süßschnabel :)
