Well, if you think it means something, why don't you say what it is? It looks to me like a case of a woman who knew how to spot the single man in the super market line. And the case of the law professor who's never heard of a Middle America staple.
By the way, did I ever tell you about the time Clarence Thomas asked Howard Metzenbaum "if he would consider having a human-being sandwich for lunch instead of, say, a turkey sandwich"? That put the fear of (talking about) Natural Law into Metzenbaum. (Page 221 of "My Grandfather's Son.")
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I get a couple of things from the Thompson story.
1. a great example of that classic advice on how to meet eligible singles and the supermarket, based on their shopping habits.
2. seems it implies to me a bit less of a plot by either of the Thompson's to either "rob" the cradle" or "find a meal ticket". Looks more like American singles. Makes both much more human.
Guys, Fred Thompson puts his pants on just like you, one leg at a time.
Only, once his are on, he makes gold records.
Fred Thompson.
More cowbell.
Sadly, Hufu has gone out of business.
"No more memoir blogging"? Or is it ok because you were you egged on to do it?
So, having admitted total ignorance of Beanie Weenies, may we soon expect an Althouse Vidblog of you trying them, similar to the one you did on...egg salad, was it?
"So, having admitted total ignorance of Beanie Weenies"
Not all law profs are Althouse.
She admits to nothing.
I've been known to slice hot dogs into the water while boiling mac and cheese, but haven't done the same with baked beans. Also, it seems like I see those little cocktail weenies in baked beans more often than sliced hot dogs at potlucks and such. Which is not to deny "beanie weenies" may be a staple in someone else's little patch of Middle America, outside the Beltway in flyover country...
I'm a beanie weenie bigot. Hate the stuff. Too many "Beans and Franks" C-rations in my history.
I'd have to give the "Middle America Staple" award to "Mac and cheese" however. How could a Wisconsin resident say otherwise. Doesn't your Dairy Board demand compliance with the marketing campaign?
to support my Mac and Cheese argument, I note that your google link for Beanies gets 55,900 hits and mac and cheese gets 2,260,000.
There are more than one staple.
We used to eat hot dogs and baked beans at my house in the 50s and 60s. Didn't call them "beanie weenies" though. We also ate "beans and bacon" -- baked beans and bacon. That was a dinner (when my father was out of town). We also had breakfast pancakes with sausages and gravy on the pancakes.
EnigmatiCore said...
Guys, Fred Thompson puts his pants on just like you, one leg at a time.
I put my pants on both legs at the same time.
As a man, I don't like to hear or think about weenies all chopped up.
She forgot to mention the Fred's six pack, and I don't mean his waistline.
Ummm...Would anyone care for some carrot and raisin salad?
As a man, I don't like to hear or think about weenies all chopped up.
The mother of a friend of mine, a day care center inspector, told us that hot dogs were a choking hazard for young children, and they should be cut into quarters, lengthwise. I shuddered.
The Bean-With-Bacon MEGAROCKET!
An exciting dinner treat, in my childhood, was "hot dogs mashed potatoes and cheese". Boil the hot dogs, then split down the middle and fill with instant mashed potatoes. Add a slice of Kraft Processed American Cheese Food to the top, and bake in the oven for about 15 minutes. Serve immediately.
When my sister and I were kids, we loved the stuff. Even thinking about it now makes me want some.
I never buy Beanie Weenies, but I do put sliced and pan-browned hot dogs into baked beans, as a meal.
Mmmmmm.
Also, that actually sounds like a nice and somewhat subtle pick-up technique; figure out when the single women shop, and then go buy some absolutely pathetic meal-for-one thing. Like, canned tuna and Triscuits, or maybe baked beans and canned corn. Something that makes a woman think "wow, that guys needs someone to take care of him". The Mommy Drive kicks in, and you're in like flynn.
halo,
or instead of the "I'm pathetic" approach you could buy some smoked salmon, a California chardonnay, some good cheese and a bagguette.
some lures work for some things, but you have be flexible
I caught my wife on good chardonnay and homemade Chinese.
Forget the beanie weenie imagery, it's the tuna fish part that floats my boat.
A couple of observations ...
1) Muller is indeed a moron
2) Why would anyone ask questions in his blog if he didn't have the cojones to enable comments
3) this relegates Muller to dust bin of self flaggelation in blogdom.
A can of beanie weenies and a pre-made sandwich definitely telegraphs the whole "I'm a single guy" thing, yeah.
It is always funny to think of famous people shopping for ordinary things like food.
The easiest place to pick up women is the produce department. Just ask how they can tell if the melon is ripe, or how to cook that fennel bulb they just picked up.
Reprise because it's too good to pass up:
[in the supermarket vegetable section]
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Mine's bigger.
Marion Wormer: [looks questioningly at him]
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: My cucumber. It's bigger.
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: I think vegetables can be very sensuous, don't you?
Marion Wormer: No, vegetables are sensual. People are sensuous.
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Right. Sensual. That's what I meant. My name's Eric Stratton. People call me Otter.
Marion Wormer: My name's Marion. People call me Mrs. Wormer.
Eric 'Otter' Stratton: Oh, we have a Dean Wormer at Faber.
Marion Wormer: How interesting. I have a husband named Dean Wormer at Faber. Still want to show me your cucumber?
(Animal House 1978)
and for all of you who think that beanie-weenies are just campbell baked beans and a hot dog...wellllll..
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC5AaWKdLvE
I sure think Fred is on to something....
I caught my wife on good chardonnay and homemade Chinese.
Very clever. You breached her defenses by activating her gaydar.
Were you wearing a tight T shirt?
I was a combat veteran Officer at that point. Though that doesn't mean I wasn't gay, I think she bought my story that as a northern Californian, exiled to deepest Germany, I brought my own wine and had to learn to do Chinese on my own as a survival skill. :)
The Germans have some really bad Asian restaurants.
I went to a sorry one in London, too. They charged a pound for steamed rice.
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