Friday, March 10, 2006

Condiment Kitschen

Today during lunch walking back from Dairy Queen with my chocolate Reese's peanut butter cup and Heath blizzard, I stopped at Urban Villa and Gourmet (amazingly enough that link was the only result on a "quoted" Google search of the store name). As the pop-up picture reveals, the store offers only condiments and sauces; sure there are canned tomatoes or olives or onions or asparagus, but only for hors d'ouvres. Even the kitchenware they sell is "condiments," accessories that are more form than function. This boutique brought to mind a scene from Fight Club [Editor's note: After a brief review of the film, the line "How embarassing, a house full of condiments and no food." is uttered when he is looking at his fridge that has been blown out of his apartment with the rest of his belongings.], when the Narrator gets home and looks in his fridge making a witty comment about condiments and their reflection on ones life.

I am malicious because I am miserable. ... If any being felt emotions of benevolence towards me, I should return them a hundred and a hundred fold (words of Frankenstein monster).

-Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, author

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At March 10, 2006 11:34 PM, Blogger Scott said...

I have no respect for people who don't make their own condiments. Just kidding. Mostly.



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