Showing posts with label Japan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Japan. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Did You Know This?

           I think the reason we can’t remember as well when we’re older, is because we’ve crammed too much useless trivia in there. I will never forget the theme to Gilligan’s Island, nor the words to the Woody Woodpecker cartoon song, and no solution is in sight.

          So when St. Bob found a list of trivia on his phone, he immediately decided to test my knowledge.

          “There are 100 folds in a French chef’s hat,” he said. “What do they stand for?”

          “How many ways you can prepare an egg,” I said.

          He was stunned. “How do you know that?” (And I still say I’m going to make that my ring tone someday.)

          “Suma Cum Laude, Baby,” I said.  This always gets big laughs for some reason.

          He scanned the list for another tough question. “If you know this one, I will be awed,” he said.

“You’re already odd,” I said. Ba-doom-boom.

“What do the people of Japan eat for Christmas?” 

          I had no idea.

          “Kentucky Fried Chicken,” he said. 


Turns out turkey is scarce there, so KFC campaigned for a spot on the menu, and got it. They eat other traditional food as well, but the Colonel’s secret recipe was a hit, and has been for 50 years.

          And now I will probably store that useless bit of information right next to the Looney Tunes opening music.

Time to cram your noggin’ full of life hacks—check out the hundreds I have on my Youtube Mom channel! (Way more than the number of folds in a chef’s hat!)

 

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Grape Expectations

          Seriously.  For a humor blog, I certainly give you a lot of great, moneymaking advice.  My latest brilliant offering: Sell grapes in Japan.
          My friend, Cynthia Horst, told me about this and I checked it out. Yep, these babies just sold at auction for more than FOURTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS.  Yes, that’s thousand with a th.  That’s almost five hundred dollars per grape.  (Kind of makes my 18-dollar tomatoes look almost reasonable, doesn’t it?)
          And before you decide that only an idiot would pay that, hold your tractors.  These Ruby Roman grapes can be re-sold at a profit.
          Of course, in this case the buyer just wants to display them in his store to attract customers, and will eventually give away samples.  Luscious fruits are a status symbol in Japan, and these babies are particularly sweet, about the size of ping pong balls. They were grown right there in Japan, too.
          But all fruit fetches sky-high prices. Last year a pair of melons went for $16,590 in an auction.  And an apple will cost you around $4.00.
          Can you imagine the dough you could make by importing produce from the very area of California where I live?  Our farmer’s markets are overflowing with every fruit imaginable.  You just have to get it over to Japan.  
          If you subscribe to this blog, you’ll get killer ideas like this all the time.  I know.  I’m a peach.
You can thank me so easily—just buy one of my books here.  And then enjoy it while nibbling on any of the fruits locally available, for peanuts.