Pumpernickel???
"...why, I hardly even knew 'er!" said a friend one day in mock astonishment. I knew, and he knew I knew, that he'd been in a long, ongoing game of finding new "hardly even knew'er" prefixes, and that this was too good to have just been thought of, but also too good to forget.
My earliest memories of pumpernickel go way back to the great culinary event of my childhood, the catered 60th birthday of my grandfather in Bochum, Westphalia. But until my friend's outburst, it would have never occurred to me to associate the dense, dark, sweet packed kernels of grain with sex. "Tastes good with cheese", yes. "Keeps for a long time", yes. But not "Hey, do you think the kitchen table can handle the two of us?"
Pumpernickel???
"...why, I hardly even knew 'er!" said a friend one day in mock astonishment. I knew, and he knew I knew, that he'd been in a long, ongoing game of finding new "hardly even knew'er" prefixes, and that this was too good to have just been thought of, but also too good to forget.
My earliest memories of pumpernickel go way back to the great culinary event of my childhood, the catered 60th birthday of my grandfather in Bochum, Westphalia. But until my friend's outburst, it would have never occurred to me to associate the dense, dark, sweet packed kernels of grain with sex. "Tastes good with cheese", yes. "Keeps for a long time", yes. But not "Hey, do you think the kitchen table can handle the two of us?"