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.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:48 AM
14 Comments:
Seriously? Where did you learn that?
I'm immediately going out to get a York Peppermint Pattie. I need to hear this for myself.
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.
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.
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.
This one is too cool to comment on, but I just did.
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?
If only life came with a teleprompter.
What about midnight crucnhing of Wintergreen Lifesavers? Sparks fly!
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.
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.
Although I feel these words can hardly do Sioux justice, I'm happy that one thing does seem clear: She's ciouxl.
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
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.
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
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