Question of the Week suggestions
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
Each week we ask a question. The idea is to generate material that's:
* interesting to read, i.e. we won't get bored of reading the answers after about 10 of them
* not been asked on this site before
* fun to answer
What would you like to ask? (We've left this question open - so feel free to drop in ideas anytime.)
( , Wed 14 Jan 2004, 13:01)
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favourite meals
You and your partner had had a difficult life. After years of being thrown about you'd pretty much decided to make it on your own. But one day you met one another and things kind of clicked. It wasn't easy at first - things rarely are, but you felt that one way or another something about this was just... right. One of your happiest memories was when your grandmother took you picking for blackberries. In the summer sun your nose would gradually burn red, as your mouth - stained with fruit, one berry for the basket and one for now, became greedy for the joy that looked like it couldn't end. The endless summer holidays stretched ahead of you without a care in the world.
The field, your secret patch bordered with brambles that only you and Nana knew about was the spot where you had decided to propose. You already knew her answer, but your heart was still beating like mad as you were rephrasing your words. You both giggled as the cork on your champagne bottle popped, and you filled her glass. As she dipped another strawberry with cream she looked up shyly and you took her hand. You looked, deep into one another's eyes. The answer was yes and, at that moment, you knew that nothing in your life would ever matter, because you had everything you would ever need.
Or perhaps, your smack-addled sister had been over earlier, using your condo to turn another trick. She took a fall and blood was gushing from her head - you shoved her out the flat while some thug dragged her by the hair, screaming obscenities and reminding you what was coming to you when he'd finished with her. You had a vague memory of her dropping a rock on her way out and, sure enough, when you scraped aside some filth from beneath the broken fridge, you found not only a pristine rock, but also a bit of mildewed hash. Moreover, beside that humble lump, was a half-cooked sausage which you consumed with gusto. Holy shit could a sausage taste this good? I'm like some kind of fucking super hero.
What was your favourite meal and why?
( , Sun 6 Jul 2008, 0:21, Reply)
You and your partner had had a difficult life. After years of being thrown about you'd pretty much decided to make it on your own. But one day you met one another and things kind of clicked. It wasn't easy at first - things rarely are, but you felt that one way or another something about this was just... right. One of your happiest memories was when your grandmother took you picking for blackberries. In the summer sun your nose would gradually burn red, as your mouth - stained with fruit, one berry for the basket and one for now, became greedy for the joy that looked like it couldn't end. The endless summer holidays stretched ahead of you without a care in the world.
The field, your secret patch bordered with brambles that only you and Nana knew about was the spot where you had decided to propose. You already knew her answer, but your heart was still beating like mad as you were rephrasing your words. You both giggled as the cork on your champagne bottle popped, and you filled her glass. As she dipped another strawberry with cream she looked up shyly and you took her hand. You looked, deep into one another's eyes. The answer was yes and, at that moment, you knew that nothing in your life would ever matter, because you had everything you would ever need.
Or perhaps, your smack-addled sister had been over earlier, using your condo to turn another trick. She took a fall and blood was gushing from her head - you shoved her out the flat while some thug dragged her by the hair, screaming obscenities and reminding you what was coming to you when he'd finished with her. You had a vague memory of her dropping a rock on her way out and, sure enough, when you scraped aside some filth from beneath the broken fridge, you found not only a pristine rock, but also a bit of mildewed hash. Moreover, beside that humble lump, was a half-cooked sausage which you consumed with gusto. Holy shit could a sausage taste this good? I'm like some kind of fucking super hero.
What was your favourite meal and why?
( , Sun 6 Jul 2008, 0:21, Reply)
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