Years ago, my in-laws played host to several students that were part of the local high school’s foreign exchange program. One such guest of the family was Gustav. At the time, Gustav didn’t strike me as being particularly insightful. Frankly, my biggest memory of him was that we all just wanted him to take a shower.
But now that I look back on Gustav’s brief time with us, I’ve come to appreciate him, or at least something he once said when describing my mother-in-law’s cooking - “Not really a meal, not really a dinner.”
You see, with Anne’s hectic schedule, she frequently relied on quick-cook meals such as salads, a piece of grilled chicken & a microwaved baked potato for dinner. Good, but unfussy fare requiring minimal prep time. Apparently, this type of cooking wasn’t to Gustav’s liking. The other exchange students told us that Gustav’s mother would prepare elaborate multi-course meals for him every night, so it’s not surprising that Anne’s off-the-cuff cooking style left him wanting.
Gustav is long gone, but I’ve found that ”not really a meal, not really a dinner” lives on. It serves as an easily understood metaphor for all things squishy or underwhelming - like this blog, for instance . Some more examples:
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Ashley Judd Films
While I can see that she’s a talented actress, so many of her films seem like drawn out Lifetime Movies of the Week - only with her boobs showing. The films she’s chosen don’t seem to have enough meat to make great film, but they’re good as entertainment. See what I mean? Not really a meal, not really a dinner.
The Presidential Race
John McCain - not really a meal, not really a dinner
Mike Huckabee - not really an appetizer, meal or a dinner - just gravy
Mitt Romney - not really a meal, but listed as one on the menu
Hillary Clinton - not really a meal, not really a dinner
Barack Obama - dinner*
John Edwards - 8×10 glossy of supper on the cover of a cooking magazine
*I don’t want to get too political here - that’s not what Raw Drip’s about - but just let it be known that I think Obama is probably both a meal and a dinner. Whatever you call him, I think it’s nice to have another choice on the menu.
Morning News Shows
Granted, I grew up in the Jane Pauley/Bryant Gumble era of morning news shows, but didn’t they use to spend more time on, well, news? Remember news? That was the stuff that used to be brought to us several times a day, providing important information about global events - not just stuff happening in the U.S.? These days, the morning news reader only gets 60 seconds every half hour to brief us on the day’s news so we can get back to important information like the latest trends in hemlines. With today’s “news” focus squarely on entertainment without, lets face it, actually being all that entertaining, I’m left with that “not really a meal, not really a dinner” feeling…
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See how “not really a meal, not really a dinner” just works? It smartly captures the subtleties we often struggle to describe - the difference between a meal & a dinner, between art & entertainment and between seeming different, but sounding the same.
So here you go. Take Gustav’s term and use it freely- it’s my little gift to you. I only ask that you cite Raw Drip as its source so, maybe some day I can pay for a meal, maybe even a dinner.
Raw Drip is one woman's raw, wry, fresh, and cheeky take on parenting, relationships, life, and other important stuff. I started writing Raw Drip because my friends are scattered all over the place and as a working mother with two toddlers I have no time to talk to them on the phone, meet them for a cup of coffee - or bathe regularly. Instead, I sit my stinky solo self down at my computer and write about all the things I used to talk with them about - and then I share it all with you - my fan base, my readership, my loyal drips.
Some of you have asked about the site name, Raw Drip, what does it mean? The name was inspired by the freshly perked cup of coffee I was drinking when I decided to start writing. I guess people see the word "raw" and just assume that the name has something to do with porn. It doesn't. I also don't write about: raw meat storage, raw food dieting, photos of people in the raw, or an obscure Japanese band named Raw Drip.
So dudes, if you've inadvertently stumbled upon my site while surfing for porn, my apologies. Unfortunately for you, you've landed in a place that's all chick-chat, with occasional penis references thrown in just for fun. At Raw Drip, the truth is harsh. But if you're man enough to handle it, keep reading. If not, move it along...
There. Are we all clear now? No porn here.
Happy Reading!
Samantha
Big Drip, Mom, wife and training geek
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