Friday, April 07, 2006

66/365 Sioux

She knew about the whisper a York Peppermint Pattie makes when broken gently next to your ear. I had thought it a well-guarded secret, but she knew. She also had a thing for happy hour and bubbly. It was imperative we become friends.

17 Comments:

Blogger - Fat Red Ant said...

Seriously? Where did you learn that?

I'm immediately going out to get a York Peppermint Pattie. I need to hear this for myself.

April 07, 2006 8:39 AM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Tim and I kind of, ummm, learned it on our own in college. Admittedly, though, there is reference to this very thing in a book I read last year called Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America (Steve Almond). So even though we discovered it without help, it is not our own little secret. The big ones work better than the small ones. The softer they are when you attempt this, the slower, whispier sound you get.

April 07, 2006 8:47 AM  
Blogger Sewa Yoleme said...

You have a marvelous way of obliquely revealing someone's character. The whole idea of her knowing, just knowing, about the Peppermint Pattie thing--it's just marvelous.

April 07, 2006 10:21 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

I read Candy Freak -- that was an awesome book. Don't recall the Peppermint Patty thing, though. Gonna have to try that one myself!

April 07, 2006 10:34 AM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Gina: My memory is that it was an extremely incidental comment near the end of the book, something that someone had written to him about. It probably got two sentences tops, but of course, I couldn't miss it.

April 07, 2006 10:46 AM  
Blogger Deloney said...

This one is too cool to comment on, but I just did.

April 07, 2006 10:56 AM  
Blogger In Otter Space said...

Brilliant! York Peppermint Patties whisper. Wow. You really are paying attention.

SIDEBAR..........
"It was imperative we become friends."
Oh how I love this line!

Why that's so close to the very line I wished for a few months back when I wrote about "Cathy". But it never came to me. This is why I'm hesitant to write about the really important people. Will time help me find the right words?

April 07, 2006 12:52 PM  
Blogger Deloney said...

If only life came with a teleprompter.

April 07, 2006 1:15 PM  
Blogger In Otter Space said...

What about midnight crucnhing of Wintergreen Lifesavers? Sparks fly!

April 07, 2006 1:41 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Otter: I've been so hesitant to write about some of the people I see a lot of. Where do you start? What do you say? The fact that you liked this gives me hope that I can keep facing up to some of them. As for the wintergreen lifesavers, I could never get that to work, although I believe it does. I think part of my problem is I don't really like wintergreen.

Deloney: I aspire to your coolness.

April 07, 2006 2:31 PM  
Blogger brain bubbles said...

This is too cool for words (but here are the words, anyway).

I totally get that hesitation about writing about those people who have had the most impact on your life ... how do you capture the full spectrum, in such a limited space? You are forced to leave something out, and that little something might be one of the things you love (or hate) the most about that person. But the York Peppermint Pattie whisper tells us a lot about Sioux ... perfection. You encourage me to keep trying, too.

April 07, 2006 2:51 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Although I feel these words can hardly do Sioux justice, I'm happy that one thing does seem clear: She's ciouxl.

April 07, 2006 3:53 PM  
Blogger Unmarriageable. said...

I have no idea what a York peppermint pattie is - but its completely clear what a marvellous person she is - and what a marvellous post this is.

April 07, 2006 8:25 PM  
Blogger Indigo Bunting said...

Unmarriageable: How culturally insensitive of me! Here's a good link (I don't know how to make it active apparently): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/York_Peppermint_Pattie

April 08, 2006 8:43 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

I've concluded that when it comes to describing those who are most important to me, it's next to impossible to capture the "full spectrum" of who they are . . . at least when one is limited to 36 words. So I tend to choose a speific thing about the person and hope that it at least captures their essence. It's hard to let go of that need to "say it all", isn't it?

April 09, 2006 8:32 PM  
Blogger - Fat Red Ant said...

I completely agree with Gina's commnent which is why when it came to writing about the husband I actually chose one of the dumbest things about him - because it was the only way I could think of to contrast all of his wonderfulness.

I meant to get a York today and STILL forgot. They're one of Jack's favorites and I haven't asked, but I bet he doesn't know the secret, though he's suprised me in the past.

April 09, 2006 8:38 PM  
Blogger brain bubbles said...

i sure do love coming around these parts ... such wonderful posts, and such fantabulous discussion and commentary... only 44 words, and look at the bevy of memories and conversation and sharing and commentary that followed ... I was lucky to find Dan, and twice lucky to find your name on the 365 list

no kidding

April 12, 2006 12:18 AM  

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