Thursday, August 18, 2011
Oatmeal Machine: A Thing of Nightmares, or Dreams?
We truly live in the time of machines. I found "The Oatmeal Station" at the Hess Mart at the bottom of the hill in Troy (by Hudson Valley, you know...). Is oatmeal a foodstuff that I want dispensed from a machine? I am perfectly comfortable with a cheese dispenser, even chili dispensers don't phase me much, but oatmeal? I just don't know if I can live at that speed.
Anyhow, I only managed to spy this marvel of gas station cuisine (if you have been reading for a while, then you will know I am a fan of le cuisine du petrol) after I had paid for my soda and was nigh out the door. So I kind of would have felt like a big tool going back to the register with a steaming cup of machine-meal.
But tomorrow, oh yes, tomorrow morning I shall have my prize. I am going to let a torrent of sweet, lumpy magma shoot forth from the "Oatmeal Station's" spigot into the biggest vessel they have available. I will surely let you know if the product is an ambrosia like marvel of modern technology, or a disappointing failure. Is it weird that I hope the stuff is good? Also, would it be rude to ask if the gas station attendant might be troubled to take the cover off so that I can have a looksey at the device's innards?