Ugh, I just ate a pecan log.

[TabascoElvis]

Had some leftover Halloween candy I snagged from the girls. Mostly stuff I knew they wouldn't eat. But a couple of baby Snickers and other decent stuff. So I reach in my drawer, grab whatever came out and thought... Hmmm, pecan roll. How bad could that be? Nougat center (read tasteless fluff) rolled in toasted pecans (read burned and bitter pecan bits).

In the immortal words of Bill the Cat.

ACK!

[tothebeach08]

I remember being a kid on long driving vacations and going to those restaurants or stores on the road side that sold those things and thinking they were the greatest things ever. If I ate one now I imagine I would have a different view. Stick with the snickers.

[TabascoElvis]

Here?

[Cronos]

Blecccch. I hate pecans.

[tothebeach08]

Here?

Yes, I think that is the place although that picture looks like it is from the 50's or something. They used to have all those cool games to play in the car and all that different candy that you would never get at home. They had those games where you jump over the golf tees until there were none left. We drove from St. Louis to the Grand Canyon one summer in July in a car with no air conditioning and an 8 - track player. Good times.

[KyCardinalFan]

I just read an excerpt about pecan logs from a children's/preteen's book by an author I heard on NPR over the weekend. If I had boys I'd be more inclined to get the book, but the excerpt was still funny:

Excerpt: 'Knucklehead'
By Jon Scieszka
Paperback, 106 pages
Viking Juvenile
List price: $12.99


NPR.org, October 1, 2008
Chapter 33: Car Trip

Of all the Scieszka brother memories, I believe it was a family car trip that gave us our finest moment of brotherhood. We were driving cross-country from Michigan to Florida, all of us, including the family cat (a guy cat, naturally), in the family station wagon. Somewhere mid-trip we stopped at one of those Stuckey's rest-stop restaurants to eat and load up on Stuckey's candy.

We ate lunch, ran around like maniacs in the warm sun, then packed back into the station wagon—Mom and Dad up front, Jim, Jon, Tom, Gregg, Brian, Jeff, and the cat in back. Somebody dropped his Stuckey's Pecan Log Roll on the floor. The cat found it and must have scarfed every bit of it, because two minutes later we heard that awful ack ack ack sound of a cat getting ready to barf.

The cat puked up the pecan nut log. Jeff, the youngest and smallest (and closest to the floor) was the first to go. He got one look and whiff of the pecan-nut cat yack and blew his own sticky lunch all over the cat. The puke-covered cat jumped on Brian. Brian barfed on Gregg. Gregg upchucked on Tom. Tom burped a bit of Stuckey lunch back on Gregg. Jim and I rolled down the windows and hung out as far as we could, yelling in group-puke horror.

Dad didn't know what had hit the back of the car. No time to ask questions. He just pulled off to the side of the road. All of the brothers—Jim, Jon, Tom, Gregg, Brian, and Jeff—spilled out of the puke wagon and fell in the grass, gagging and yelling and laughing until we couldn't laugh anymore.

What does it all mean? What essential guy wisdom did I learn from this?

Stick with your brothers. Stick up for your brothers. And if you ever drop a pecan nut log in a car with your five brothers and the cat . . . you will probably stick to your brothers.

[Hungary Jack]

Here?

Brings back great memories of family ski trips to Colorado chugging west on I-70: Stuckey's, Nickerson Farms, Waffle House, and the Prairie Dog Town in western Kansas...

[planet planet]

I think it's about time for your follow up post, Tabasco.

[lukethedrifter]

Pecan log sounds a lot like a euphemism for something yucky.

[TabascoElvis]

I think it's about time for your follow up post, Tabasco.

HA. It sat alright, planet, thanks for pretending to care. It was just disappointing when I had 2 perfectly good Snickers to snack on.