How tenderly the melody keeps me hanging on
I had not expected to be shot in the shoulder this afternoon, but since I was right there with
spatch for his latest jab against COVID-19, the staff of the Theatre Pharmacy offered me the same and I filled out the paperwork immediately. I had not brought my vaccine card, but was kindly sent home with a little sticker to keep my records up to date. The ability to purchase and eat a caramel bull's-eye after a minor medical procedure feels very old-school. My mother fed us tom kha gai and chicken satay and massaman curry and khao tom mad for antibody-building sustenance and Rob took a picture of me with his eyes closed. My plan for the rest of the evening is to lie on the couch and wait for my arm to fall off.



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What's a caramel bull's-eye, asks the Wisconsinite?
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Thank you! It hasn't happened before, but you never know.
What's a caramel bull's-eye, asks the Wisconsinite?
Apparently they are officially called Caramel Creams, but they are essentially an outer ring of chewy caramel with a stiffer vanilla cream center, presumably sliced along the same principles as millefiori or cut rock. They have been wrapped in the same transparent twist of cellophane with red-and-white logo for as long as I can remember. My grandparents used to keep them in the house. I always thought they were old-time candy and they seem to be older than my grandparents.
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I should not be writing about these things while hungry. Doubly so while the apartment begins to smell delightfully of simmering curry spices. Whoops. :P