I have to write about Mint again? Do we only get one topic a day or something? I would have liked osmething else to write about, mint is boring. Its a yucky taste. Maybe if I try again I will get another topic that is not mint. Mint schmint. Maybe next time I’ll write something raunchy mwahahaha. I cant wait for NaNoWriMo 2011. Ho hum i’m bored
I often thought that if my head could be composed of any substance other than flesh and bone, it would be mint, specifically mint fondant, which is delicious, yet malleable enough to form my eyes and brain and all that other jazz. Also I could maintain a cool head at all times, which is a terrible pun but also apt. Also, I could eat bits..
Mints are wonderful. They are the essence of all things clean. All in a nice little tin box. Sometimes with a bow wrapped around it, sometimes not. Mints complete my life in that little way that makes me feel great. Mints are happiness. Mints are cool.
I hate mint. It’s horrible. A stingy taste that lingers for hours. A just deteste the taste, loathe it even. It’s disgusting. I don’t understand how other people like it. It’s one of the most horrible things ever. For sure.
I like the flavor of mints. they remind me of a summer’s day, wehn the breeze was blowing and the grass was tall in the fields, and when i was young. It ws then that i met jack. we loved each other, and it wasa forbidden love but we made it work. then he killed himself. the end.
Minties, are a fantastic type of lolly that are pretty oldschool and famous here in New Zealand. They say when sometime bad happens, its “a Time for Minties.” Oviously, they are mint flavoured ;) They’re becoming less popular, they’re too chewy haha :) ahh well, good old school candy! the end….
i love mint leaves. they remind me of something that is cool and intentions that are good. out of respect i despise the people who dislikes mint. i think that with out mint there would alot of things in this world that would go unpropotional
he kisses her, not letting her breathe because this her punishment. she never understood it though, his kisses were punishment? they were torturous to feel yes, they were also dominating but full of gentle warmth and they were sweet, his lips stung her. he also tasted like mints so this was not punishment was it?
This plant is called “nana” in hebrew and Israelis are constantly drinking it in their tea. They just leave it floating there at the bottom and it’s this sweet kick. Whenever I smell fresh mint now, I think back to that trip, and sitting in that tiny Arab diner with my whole family. And all those other times around the dining room table in Ma’ale Adummim.
a herb that grows in my garden with a lovely fragrance and pretty flowers. Its useful for making mint sauce to go with lamb, or my particular favourite is with mojitos made with Cuban white rum. You could also say to make a mint, which is making lots of money or green backs in the US I suppose. The place they make money is the royal mint.
It wasn’t dirty, or semi-clean. It was so absolutely pristine and spotless, gleaming white under the flourescent lights. And everything–EVERYTHING–smelled like fresh, green mints. Her favorite.
cool taste on the back of my tongue, I smile, the dark chocolate in a thin, fragile layer, I break it softly with my teeth, explore beneath it, into the white mint, like a NASA rover digging beneath the icy crust of Europa.
All of my money is made by hand.
Cause I’m a lovin’ king of my everlovin’ land
It’s got a picture of my face
and a picture of my butt
I got so many coins, I buy the most expensive nuts
She emptied the mint liquor down the drain amidst a chorus of hegging sobs and rain, awake to the knowledge that he would never see the pale face of the moon. She sighed for laughs lost and a future snatched…
I take a bite of the mint chip cliff bar that’s been passed around. Each person is telling whether or not they think it tastes like toothpaste. I think it does. So does he. I think to myself, “At least we’ll have fresh breath for the aquarium”. I was wrong.
Though my breath was rather nice for the depressing car ride home.
You know those little mint patties? she said. The ones that are real white inside. The ones we used to eat when we were little.
Sure, he answered. Why, what’s up?
Nothing. I just… Miss them.
Only thanks to my Algebra II teacher do I now know about brain mints and how helpful they are when taking the MCAS. They keep you focused and give you something to do when you do feel like paying attention to your work. Thank you mints for now I’ve passed.
I stuff my pockets full of them when leaving a restaurant. It brings out my inner kid. I look around sheepishly to see if anyone has noticed, then pull one out and pop it into my mouth, pockets positively bulging.
I love mint–especially peppermint. Have you ever considered where the name “peppermint” originated? Pepper. I don’t especially like pepper. But mint. Hmmm. How did they mix those two and why?
Furthermore, what about pork? Ever driven past a hog farm and said, “Yum?”
The box was in mint condition, though the postmark showed it had been sent sometime in the early 1970’s. Where could it have wondered to all these years? It had been on a journey of it’s own, traveling through time. You could tell by the packaging that the sender had taken great care in preparing it for the recipient. Lost, all these years…and now, the great decision -do we open it or do we search out the recipient? Could the contents of this simple box have changed the course of time, or direction of someones life?
chocolate chip mint. just like that, i’m back in chicago at baskin robbins 31 flavors, back when they mentioned exactly how many. it was my favorite, the only one i ever ordered. somewhere along the line i stopped caring about cones and went to cups. that must have been when i officially became an adult.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched the huge gash in my arm magically heal. Normally for something this bad I would have needed stitches, but this healed in seconds! My arm was still bloody, but the skin was in perfect mint condition. I could get used to this whole immortal thing. Turning my attention to man in front of me, a growl escaped my lips. He stood frozen, his wooden stake fell from his trembling hands to the floor.
It was summertime. The smell of mint, jasmine, and magnolias clung to the air like a thick Southern perfume. Constance felt the scent clot her nose and stick to her skin. She wanted a shower.
There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it was a place to smoke pot and chew mint leaves.
Yummy except not really. I don’t really like mints, but my dad loves them. He gets mints all the time, he eats them like they’re candy. I don’t really get it, honestly. I mean, they make your breath smell nice, but other than that, I’m not really crazy about the taste. Why not just have skittles? Those make your breath smell nice too. Am I doing this right?
When I was younger we’d visit relatives in California, and one of our stops was the U.S. Mint in San Francisco. My grandfather was into coin collecting, so that’s probably how that became one of our regular stops. The chocolate factory was another place. So was the biggest hill and the windiest road. Big thrills for my dad but I didn’t understand what the appeal was with these. I mean I was in a car, not wagon. There was also a Chinese (Japanese?) garden with a kid’s train in it. (and a bridge over some water with koi) No hills, no winding road, just a small train track that went in a slow flat circle. Now THAT was fun! :)
I never did like mint.
Not even in toothpaste.
People would offer me sometimes but I always said no.
We grew the plant in our garden, it actually smelled quite nice
It was very green, very
Bright
I remember the leaves were very
Crinkly
That’s what they made toothpaste out of, though.
I don’t see the appeal.
Mint reminds me of green and refreshing. I love mint chocolate, especially after eight. I love the smell of mint as well. Mint is awesome. I wonder why not so many people like mint chocolate…. hmm… mint ftw! :)
Crushing it was the best part, and I knew it was a well deserved drink. The lime and the rum just flowed over the cool cubes of ice that looked like tires as the inner part melted away. The cool mint and chill of the ice making the glass sweat.
mint is the cold feeling of anew peice of gum, a new turn of fate, and new chance to prove yourself to the world. sure, the taste runs out, but then its just time to start a new piece, a new chapter of life. a new chance to shine.
she slipped a mint under her tongue, not so much as a testament to her belief that she could hide the scent of scotch, but to at least find some mild comfort in an old habit.
mint is a wonderful taste. like the ice cold winter breeze, the icy feeling of the doctors skin, the cool taste of gum, the electricity of lovers. Many strive to obtain such senses, but never find out how
The most brilliant taste in the world snaps against my tongue. It races across my teeth, like the coolest of breezes. It inundates my mouth with a sweet scent, one of freedom and allure and beauty and nature. I swallow, exhale, and smile as another mint tickles my lips.
I have to write about Mint again? Do we only get one topic a day or something? I would have liked osmething else to write about, mint is boring. Its a yucky taste. Maybe if I try again I will get another topic that is not mint. Mint schmint. Maybe next time I’ll write something raunchy mwahahaha. I cant wait for NaNoWriMo 2011. Ho hum i’m bored
I often thought that if my head could be composed of any substance other than flesh and bone, it would be mint, specifically mint fondant, which is delicious, yet malleable enough to form my eyes and brain and all that other jazz. Also I could maintain a cool head at all times, which is a terrible pun but also apt. Also, I could eat bits..
Mints are wonderful. They are the essence of all things clean. All in a nice little tin box. Sometimes with a bow wrapped around it, sometimes not. Mints complete my life in that little way that makes me feel great. Mints are happiness. Mints are cool.
I hate mint. It’s horrible. A stingy taste that lingers for hours. A just deteste the taste, loathe it even. It’s disgusting. I don’t understand how other people like it. It’s one of the most horrible things ever. For sure.
I like the flavor of mints. they remind me of a summer’s day, wehn the breeze was blowing and the grass was tall in the fields, and when i was young. It ws then that i met jack. we loved each other, and it wasa forbidden love but we made it work. then he killed himself. the end.
Minties, are a fantastic type of lolly that are pretty oldschool and famous here in New Zealand. They say when sometime bad happens, its “a Time for Minties.” Oviously, they are mint flavoured ;) They’re becoming less popular, they’re too chewy haha :) ahh well, good old school candy! the end….
i love mint leaves. they remind me of something that is cool and intentions that are good. out of respect i despise the people who dislikes mint. i think that with out mint there would alot of things in this world that would go unpropotional
Mint like candy
Mint like leaves
Your kisses are like mint on a winters day
I taste the mint as i press my lips to yours
I breathe in the mind and pull the secent in my nose
Your minty breath keeps me longing for a kiss.
he kisses her, not letting her breathe because this her punishment. she never understood it though, his kisses were punishment? they were torturous to feel yes, they were also dominating but full of gentle warmth and they were sweet, his lips stung her. he also tasted like mints so this was not punishment was it?
This plant is called “nana” in hebrew and Israelis are constantly drinking it in their tea. They just leave it floating there at the bottom and it’s this sweet kick. Whenever I smell fresh mint now, I think back to that trip, and sitting in that tiny Arab diner with my whole family. And all those other times around the dining room table in Ma’ale Adummim.
a herb that grows in my garden with a lovely fragrance and pretty flowers. Its useful for making mint sauce to go with lamb, or my particular favourite is with mojitos made with Cuban white rum. You could also say to make a mint, which is making lots of money or green backs in the US I suppose. The place they make money is the royal mint.
It wasn’t dirty, or semi-clean. It was so absolutely pristine and spotless, gleaming white under the flourescent lights. And everything–EVERYTHING–smelled like fresh, green mints. Her favorite.
cool taste on the back of my tongue, I smile, the dark chocolate in a thin, fragile layer, I break it softly with my teeth, explore beneath it, into the white mint, like a NASA rover digging beneath the icy crust of Europa.
I had mint plants, once, and they took over the yard. I had to beat them back with a shovel by the time the summer was over.
All of my money is made by hand.
Cause I’m a lovin’ king of my everlovin’ land
It’s got a picture of my face
and a picture of my butt
I got so many coins, I buy the most expensive nuts
She emptied the mint liquor down the drain amidst a chorus of hegging sobs and rain, awake to the knowledge that he would never see the pale face of the moon. She sighed for laughs lost and a future snatched…
I take a bite of the mint chip cliff bar that’s been passed around. Each person is telling whether or not they think it tastes like toothpaste. I think it does. So does he. I think to myself, “At least we’ll have fresh breath for the aquarium”. I was wrong.
Though my breath was rather nice for the depressing car ride home.
You know those little mint patties? she said. The ones that are real white inside. The ones we used to eat when we were little.
Sure, he answered. Why, what’s up?
Nothing. I just… Miss them.
its kind of gross, but makes good ice cream i guess
Only thanks to my Algebra II teacher do I now know about brain mints and how helpful they are when taking the MCAS. They keep you focused and give you something to do when you do feel like paying attention to your work. Thank you mints for now I’ve passed.
I stuff my pockets full of them when leaving a restaurant. It brings out my inner kid. I look around sheepishly to see if anyone has noticed, then pull one out and pop it into my mouth, pockets positively bulging.
I love mint–especially peppermint. Have you ever considered where the name “peppermint” originated? Pepper. I don’t especially like pepper. But mint. Hmmm. How did they mix those two and why?
Furthermore, what about pork? Ever driven past a hog farm and said, “Yum?”
The box was in mint condition, though the postmark showed it had been sent sometime in the early 1970’s. Where could it have wondered to all these years? It had been on a journey of it’s own, traveling through time. You could tell by the packaging that the sender had taken great care in preparing it for the recipient. Lost, all these years…and now, the great decision -do we open it or do we search out the recipient? Could the contents of this simple box have changed the course of time, or direction of someones life?
chocolate chip mint. just like that, i’m back in chicago at baskin robbins 31 flavors, back when they mentioned exactly how many. it was my favorite, the only one i ever ordered. somewhere along the line i stopped caring about cones and went to cups. that must have been when i officially became an adult.
I raised an eyebrow as I watched the huge gash in my arm magically heal. Normally for something this bad I would have needed stitches, but this healed in seconds! My arm was still bloody, but the skin was in perfect mint condition. I could get used to this whole immortal thing. Turning my attention to man in front of me, a growl escaped my lips. He stood frozen, his wooden stake fell from his trembling hands to the floor.
It was summertime. The smell of mint, jasmine, and magnolias clung to the air like a thick Southern perfume. Constance felt the scent clot her nose and stick to her skin. She wanted a shower.
There is a place in my yard we call the mint corner. It is a small strip of land beside the garage, fenced in in a ridiculous manner. It is far from the view of every window if the house, and the favorite play spot of my sister and. Later, as i grew older, it was a place to smoke pot and chew mint leaves.
Yummy except not really. I don’t really like mints, but my dad loves them. He gets mints all the time, he eats them like they’re candy. I don’t really get it, honestly. I mean, they make your breath smell nice, but other than that, I’m not really crazy about the taste. Why not just have skittles? Those make your breath smell nice too. Am I doing this right?
Tasty, smooth and refreshing whether you’re tasting it, smelling it or seeing the color. Relaxing.
mint
When I was younger we’d visit relatives in California, and one of our stops was the U.S. Mint in San Francisco. My grandfather was into coin collecting, so that’s probably how that became one of our regular stops. The chocolate factory was another place. So was the biggest hill and the windiest road. Big thrills for my dad but I didn’t understand what the appeal was with these. I mean I was in a car, not wagon. There was also a Chinese (Japanese?) garden with a kid’s train in it. (and a bridge over some water with koi) No hills, no winding road, just a small train track that went in a slow flat circle. Now THAT was fun! :)
mint is my one weakness. Especially when mixed with chocolate.
I never did like mint.
Not even in toothpaste.
People would offer me sometimes but I always said no.
We grew the plant in our garden, it actually smelled quite nice
It was very green, very
Bright
I remember the leaves were very
Crinkly
That’s what they made toothpaste out of, though.
I don’t see the appeal.
Mint reminds me of green and refreshing. I love mint chocolate, especially after eight. I love the smell of mint as well. Mint is awesome. I wonder why not so many people like mint chocolate…. hmm… mint ftw! :)
Crushing it was the best part, and I knew it was a well deserved drink. The lime and the rum just flowed over the cool cubes of ice that looked like tires as the inner part melted away. The cool mint and chill of the ice making the glass sweat.
Girlscout cookies. She watches me from across the window framed sky. Her skinny blonde body holding a single mint out from her hands.
mint is the cold feeling of anew peice of gum, a new turn of fate, and new chance to prove yourself to the world. sure, the taste runs out, but then its just time to start a new piece, a new chapter of life. a new chance to shine.
she slipped a mint under her tongue, not so much as a testament to her belief that she could hide the scent of scotch, but to at least find some mild comfort in an old habit.
mint is a wonderful taste. like the ice cold winter breeze, the icy feeling of the doctors skin, the cool taste of gum, the electricity of lovers. Many strive to obtain such senses, but never find out how
mint is a chew gum and it chewed. It reminds me of the adds which show perfectly white teeth which is the result of chewing this certain chew gum.
The most brilliant taste in the world snaps against my tongue. It races across my teeth, like the coolest of breezes. It inundates my mouth with a sweet scent, one of freedom and allure and beauty and nature. I swallow, exhale, and smile as another mint tickles my lips.