Agreed, the “dip” is the action of adding something with more taste to a bland thing in search of more. Like a cucumber, a bland cracker, or even a piece of celery, which in and of itself begs for flavor. Celery is always in search of a companion. Otherwise, it’s cardboard in edible form.
Wingin it, I came up with “uptick”, “a “spike”, or even an “accession sauce”. I like “Boost”........
I rarely know what is going on in your prose, but I soak it all in anyway... perhaps that is the way I should be experiencing it.. I do know that I want one of those bells!! Not a shiny new one but one that is dinged up, beat up, a little crooked and off-key, with lots of smudges and patina.
This had me laughing. I recently said to my boys that I feel I am much too literal. They corrected me and said that I can be quite cryptic! This is very much a walk through real life:)
Sometimes I feel my two (37, 32) are the only ones who see who I really am, despite my best efforts to wear a mask that grins and lies to the world. It’s annoying, but I’m humbled and grateful for them. I wish that for you, too.
Agreed, the “dip” is the action of adding something with more taste to a bland thing in search of more. Like a cucumber, a bland cracker, or even a piece of celery, which in and of itself begs for flavor. Celery is always in search of a companion. Otherwise, it’s cardboard in edible form.
Wingin it, I came up with “uptick”, “a “spike”, or even an “accession sauce”. I like “Boost”........
“Garlic Mustard Boost”
Boost!
You made me consider what a smudge was….a mark, a waft of smoke, not quite all there, but present….
I love that. A smudge is such a shape shifter!
I rarely know what is going on in your prose, but I soak it all in anyway... perhaps that is the way I should be experiencing it.. I do know that I want one of those bells!! Not a shiny new one but one that is dinged up, beat up, a little crooked and off-key, with lots of smudges and patina.
This had me laughing. I recently said to my boys that I feel I am much too literal. They corrected me and said that I can be quite cryptic! This is very much a walk through real life:)
Sometimes I feel my two (37, 32) are the only ones who see who I really am, despite my best efforts to wear a mask that grins and lies to the world. It’s annoying, but I’m humbled and grateful for them. I wish that for you, too.
Oh my little smudge - I love this post!
Ah! I love that I can be your little Smudge Claire. Though I am capitalizing it.
Yes Madame Smudge! 😘