I just finished watching Soylent Green. (Spoiler alert! Read no more if you don't know how this classic ends. Oh, and stop having a life and join the Couch Potato Generation.)
I'd never seen anything but the big twist ending of Soylent Green. I was surprised by two things. First, as a result of 9 months of Jenny Craig, Soylent Green looks pretty damn tasty even though it's people. (Yes, Soylent Green is people. I warned you about the spoiler. Watch the movie anyway just for an entertaining 1970's view of the 21st century and global warming.)
Here's another food that sounds good: elk. I've got a lead on a restaurant downtown that serves elk. I'm going to eat the elk to quench my mid-life cravings for food I haven't had. I've decided on elk even though Saint Louis is the home of the fried brain sandwich (Mad Cow disease on the side).
It's not just odd food I'm craving, it's odd drink. One drink I tried recently was at Girl's Night Out at Marcia's, at which I had what Marcia called a Tom Collins and I dubbed a Trisprite vodkaium.
In the same vein, I threw my back out today and Gary introduced me to a fine household muscle relaxant named Grand Marnier. It's not just for cooking. I've experimentally chugged it before and choked. He showed me how to take tiny sips and have it evaporate on my tongue. (I've never thrown my back out before. The phrase makes it sound as if one is casually tossing out ones back only to rescue it from the trash soon after. I didn't throw my back out so much as my back decided to turn on me and split me in two with pain. But now I know about Grand Mariner Extra Strength Muscle Relaxant and I feel muuuuccch better.)