"How good IS your Chex Mix, Val?" you all say, playing along like card-carrying members of Hee Haw's Kornfield Kounty. Well. My Chex Mix is SO good that...
...a daddy longlegs can't resist a piece dropped on a dog-hair-encrusted step between the porch and garage. A daddy longlegs that is having issues with a couple of his legs. Still, Daddy L has dragged himself up two or down one step to partake of this previously seasonal treat, made special in September this year for the birthday of my favorite gambling aunt.
How a morsel got to the step I'll never know. There were three plastic Christmas tubs of this delicious garlicky treat left over. The Pony has some every day. It's his grain requirement, I suppose. Or like morning cereal, at night. I don't think he grabs a handful on his way out the kitchen door. I assume Hick was tossing back a fistful on his way to work, or out to visit his livestock.
What shocks me is the fact that the dogs have not snuffed it up. They're like three high-powered outdoor vacuum cleaners. True, they prefer to jump right over the side of the porch rather than take the steps. But one would think Juno would have encountered it on her many alleged trips to the garage to eat cat food all day. I suppose she was too excited by the thought of all-day cat food to notice it on the way down, and too full from a day of cat-food eating to notice it on the way up.
Maybe I can market this tasty treat at my proposed handbasket factory. I can see it now. A big bag emblazoned with the slogan: "Val's Chex Mix. So Good That a Daddy Longlegs Can't Resist a Piece Dropped on a Dog-Hair-Encrusted Step Between a Porch and a Garage."
Don't scoff. That "Smuckers" slogan was already taken.
I'm sure they're good, but the slogan has not got me salivating.
ReplyDeleteVal's Chex Mix--If it's good enough for Daddy, it's good enough for me! Think I'll pass on the dog hairs, though.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was little I loved Daddy Long Legs and Chex Mix! You can put both in an envelope and send them to my house.
ReplyDeleteI think that Daddy L has found a prospective Mommy L. I don't think he's eating that cheerio. I think he's romancing it...
ReplyDeleteYes, that slogan does need to be tweaked a bit.
ReplyDeleteVal's surprise CHEX IT OUT!
ReplyDeletejoeh,
ReplyDeleteNot salivating? Not even in the manner of one's mouth lubricating itself for a bout of...refunding? I'm sure that after a few dirty-water cocktails, this fine Chex Mix would be welcomed over your lips and past your gums, without even warning your tummy that here it comes.
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Leenie,
That's a most scathingly brilliant slogan! You can write my ad copy anytime. For the honor. Don't hold your breath waiting for a contract or a cut of the action.
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Birdie,
I fear that neither would travel well in an envelope. Maybe I can barter some handbasket futures and get them a first-class airline seat.
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Sioux,
Bite your tongue, Madam! This is not corn pr0n. Nor oat, nor rice, nor Daddy pr0n. It's a picture taken from a less-than-flattering angle. I might submit it to Embarrassing Chex Mix Photos.
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Stephen,
We can't all be Darren Stevens down at McMann and Tate. On Don Draper down at Sterling Cooper & Partners. Some of us have to toil to make the Chex Mix. Some of us have to paint a logo. And Leenie seems suited to be the slogan tweaker.
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Linda,
That would make a good sign leading up the road to my handbasket factory. Maybe you could come up with a few more, in the spirit of Burma Shave.