Walking

Last night on Good Eats, Alton Brown mentioned that the Incans used to measure time by how long it took to cook a potato.  As in, I'm gonna take a nap, wake me in thirteen potatoes, please.  Or something like that. 

I have an eight minute walk to the subway from my apartment, though today I discovered my own new and satisfying method of measuring time and distance:   

Two thirds of a King sized Caramello. 

Considering I was carrying several heavy bags, and began eating about two and a half minutes into the total eight, I find this feat downright amazing.  (If not just a little sad.)

Either way, now you'll know what I'm talking about if I ever tell you to hold your horses, I'll be there in two thirds of a Caramello.

(It will mean that I'm on the rag.)

Comments

[Sissy]

I drove from Target on Rt. 1 in Saugus to the Tobin Bridge in one JUMBO box of Raisinettes. It was a very satisfying commute, I must say.

[Amy]

Ahhh the Caramello...I thought you were supposed to eat those lying down while watching The Big Comfy Couch at 10 in the morning?
Walking? That burns way too many calories.

[The Odd Broad]

In my mind, The Big Comfy Couch really goes hand in hand with Cadbury creme eggs. Lots and lots of Cadbury creme eggs.