We had breakfast for dinner tonight. A someone-in-this-house-was-born-in-a-Southern-state dinner of biscuits, sausage, milk gravy, and eggs (do these parents ever feed their children fruit or vegetables?). I can’t even remember what we were talking about. The conversation meandered around for a while, and somewhere Sonar X5 popped off with that phrase.
Jelly Dungeon. With giggles on top.
He was just being silly. Rhyming or stream-of-consciousnessing or something. But I love the phrase. What could a Jelly Dungeon be?
Partner suggested an irc chatroom for people with food fetishes (a whole other kind of foodie).
I thought of a sticky, secret basement room.
‘Jelly’ is such a wholesome word. Sweet, good to eat with peanut butter or on a hot biscuit. ‘Dungeon’ conjures other, more punishmenty or at least dark things. Put them together and what do you get? Bippity, bobbity, boo.
What’s in your Jelly Dungeon?
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