My bar of choice (I eat them for breakfast on the train) is the Balance Gold. If you try really hard you can imagine that you are eating an actual candy bar. In fact, it might be an actual candy bar. Andy eats the Clif bars -- he is loyal because the Clif couple used to be his clients -- but I think they are like soft asphalt on a hot day.
I'm a big fan of the Mojo Mountain Mix bar because sweet and salty is the taste of life. And I like the word, Mojo. The Ranger eats some Quaker Oats crap that tastes like packing material...one of the few reasons we aren't married yet.
This began as a creative exercise to re-engage myself with what I was eating, among other reasons, and frankly, it's one of the coolest things I've done. I hope my doodles, out-of-perspective shapes, and ramblings on dinner-ish events continue to bring more creativity to my daily dinner routine. I'm sure you already know this, but you can click on the drawing for a larger view.
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My bar of choice (I eat them for breakfast on the train) is the Balance Gold. If you try really hard you can imagine that you are eating an actual candy bar. In fact, it might be an actual candy bar. Andy eats the Clif bars -- he is loyal because the Clif couple used to be his clients -- but I think they are like soft asphalt on a hot day.
I'm a big fan of the Mojo Mountain Mix bar because sweet and salty is the taste of life. And I like the word, Mojo. The Ranger eats some Quaker Oats crap that tastes like packing material...one of the few reasons we aren't married yet.
I prefer Butterfingers myself.
All y'all hippie types need to get off the denial trip and admit y'all be eating an Al Gore-ified candy bar.
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