I wouldn’t want to be stranded on a desert island. I’d much prefer a lush, tropical island. Something with a more pronounced rainfall than you’d get on a desert island.
A deserted island would thrill me either. Even if I owned it outright. It would be nice to own my own island, but if it were a deserted island I’d wonder what was wrong with it that everyone else left. Why did they desert my island? Does it smell funny? Is it haunted? A deserted island would fill me with Island Angst. You know that would be bad.
A dessert island would be pretty good. It wouldn’t even have to be an upscale dessert island, like Creme Brulee Island. I’d settle for the Jell-O No-Bake Cheesecake Island. Or Brownie Island, that would be OK too. Especially if it had icing. I wouldn’t be too picky if I washed up on a dessert island. As long as I could get some cold milk. Cold milk is good with just about any dessert you’d care to name.
Given my druthers though, I think I’d opt for Breakfast Island. (Christmas Island would be second choice followed by Easter Island.) Croissant bushes and an orange juice stream (with pulp, but not too much), maybe a tea geyser (Earl Grey with honey, for those cool island mornings), a bagel grove, the odd scrambled egg tree near the bacon and sausage shrubs. I think this would be a good island to wash up on. Especially if it was a fully stocked Breakfast Island. You know, with at least five kinds of doughnuts and maybe even a Goetta Pod tree. (Goetta is, if you don’t remember, essentially pig haggis. It’s good. Really. If you ever get the chance you should try some.)
There’s one island I wouldn’t want to find myself on though. The Island of Lost Toys. Man! Those freaky toys creep me out.
-Rue.
Now just be thankful you don’t come from Islands with really unimaginative names. We got the North Island, that would be the one in the North and we got the South Island and that would be the one in the South. We got Stewart Island too, but I never been there cause my name is not Stewart and I thought Stewart might get cranky if I went to his Island.
We have a gazillion islands down this neck of the woods, but not one of them has a bacon shrub! I feel like sending these islands back to the workshop for some fine tuning now.
More things should just grow on trees, should they kiwi? I mean, come on! It’s the 21st Century! We should have this gene splicing thing down by now. (And we should all be wearing jumpsuits, or at least more silver clothes.)
There ARE shoe trees. But thay aren’t what I mean.
-Rue. (futuristic)
I definitely want to be on Dessert Island. Do you suppose they have an ice cream glacier there? With hot fudge springs? And if you shake the trees, do sprinkles rain down? I’m sure they’d be sprinkles and not, say, fly specks (to use a gentle euphemism)
My brownies don’t have to have frosting, but chocolate chunks baked right in would work good for me.
Bacon should grow on trees though! Cause we wouldn’t have to kill piggies and that would be a good thing cause piggies are cute and killing is bad. Damn those piggies for tasting so bloody yummy.
Have I mentioned I really really really want a bacon shrub? Cause I do…hmmmm maybe I can gene splice the shrub out in the front garden
Yumm brownies. With nuts and marshmallows. I don’t like them with frosting on top though. I do prefer the crunchy edge pieces too
Brownies… yum!
Personally I do wish money really grew on trees. That would be darn helpful when it came time for those huge unexpected espenses… car dead? Pick some money from the tree.
Actually thinking about it I want to be washed up on Piggie-Product Island. Bacon, ham, roast pork, pork sausages all growing on trees and nary a single piggie dying to support my habit.
Breakfast is good, but I think I’d prefer a Brunch Island. Not one of those skimpy Brunch Islands where they tack on a table where someone is carving up slices of Roast Beef and Ham, but a real Brunch Island with Pork Chops, Chicken Livers, Beef Stroganoff, and maybe a nice Veal Piccatta. Mimosas might be nice, too. Not that I drink them often, but a little decadence is good once in a while. Of course, I’d hate to miss out on Dessert; maybe Brunch Island could have a Dessert Atoll attached, or at least accessible by a small bridge.
I’m with FCM and tanookie on the no-frosting brownies, BTW. Chocolate chunks or nuts inside would be jake.
A money tree would fit nicely in my back yard. With a bacon shrub nearby, and maybe a bed of eggplants (not the vegetables, but plants which produce fresh eggs).
I’ll trade you Avery Island near here, home to the Sacred Pilgrimage Site of Tabasco, for Dessert Island. Man, a pecan praline bush with an ice cream cave and a chocolate waterfall nearby? Yumm!
tanookie, my grandpappy really DID have a tree that grew money on it. He’d go out there and pick dollar bills off it all the time. They were really sneaky dollar bills, though; for some reason, they always hid themselves from me. I’d spend HOURS searching that tree for money. And then Grandpappy would come out and pick a dollar bill off it right under my nose. I sure wish I still had that tree.
Yes, Jonathan, I am. It was the first thing I thought of, but I don’t think I have the imagination.
Bacon shrubs would be nice. I’m thinking a baklava mine would be okay, too, with honey springs and a strawberry daquiri glacial river. I’m pretty sure you have to mine baklava.
I think fresh bread ought to grow like mushrooms, too.
In honor of my Beck, I’d have to choose between Nicotine and Gravy Island or Milk and Honey Island. Both with great potential, but I’m leaning toward the first. More interesting, and perhaps easier to lose weight on it than the other.
Gee, I thought this was going to be about Islands the resturant. But then I remembered that I’ve only ever seen them out here in La La Land, and Rue is not from La La Land, so he probably hasn’t seen any. They are pretty good though. So I guess I would go for an Islands Island. That way I could have burgers, fries, fish tacos, and a full bar at my disposal. Plus some kick-ass brownie sundaes. Oh, and I’ll have a couple of bacon bushes and a silver jumpsuit on the side.
Useless facts department: A “desert island” in the traditional idiom refers not to one with an arid climate, but rather to the fact that it’s been deserted – it’s the absence of people, not the state of the ecosystem, that’s referred to. “Desert” is a fossil participle.
