Leg deli
There is no way to adequately explain this to anyone but my brother used to partake in a practice known as "leg deli," whereby he would take lunchmeat out of the fridge and slap it on his leg whilst digging remaining sandwich fixings out of the fridge drawers. Aside from the occasional sandwich implied by this anecdote, he basically ate nothing but Cheez-its and Coke for the better part of the 1980's. He often skulked off to his room with the iconic orange box in hand when whatever my mom had fixed for dinner contained anything deemed "sour," which was his catch-all descriptor for any flavor that wasn't cheese. At times, my mom would make an alternative portion for him stripped of anything "sour," a concession later admitted by my sibling himself as being a "circus sideshow freak meal."
Leg deli, people.
posted by Strikethru at
9:52 PM
5 Comments:
In defense of cheese crakers, I eat them myself from time to time.
Bro loved them and the 80's were Miller Times. Oh wait. Coke Times for us. Anyway you know what I mean.
Now the real test comes with Jacob and Iris liking those square bits of cheese in a cracker. Look out Cheese Nips, not the same.
Indeed, Cheez nips don't cut it.
ocassionally there was chest-deli.. when the leg surface was not condusive to supporting processed meat due to mud caked jeans, etc.
chest deli people.
It's good you've opened up about this. You must have needed to get it off your chest.
Why did I post "Leg Deli?" Could it be that I was scrambling for content, looked across the Thanksgiving table, and there was my brother? Quite possibly this is why.
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