Joke's Five Meme, spiced up a little (I can never leave recipes alone, either)

What does it say to you when you get tagged for a meme that even the tagger found dull to complete?

Hmm. Well I'm not complaining too bitterly because I was tagged by chance in a sneaky Joke-y way that I intend to repeat at the bottom of this post so I'm not telling you what it was. Yet.

But, while I'll conform enough to comply with a tag, I refuse to follow the meme game so closely that I become just the latest in a long line of bored bloggers - yea, even unto the middle ages. So, I'm going to try to spice it up a little. Given Joke's culinary interests, we might just call it the Five Spice Meme from now on...

Here's the original, and if you want to go there, feel free.
Five things in my freezer:
Five things in my closet:
Five things in my car:
Five interesting things in my backpack:

And here's (maybe) a more testing version, with a fifth category added because - what up with the four times five thing? - I can only assume somewhere in the meme's travels the original fifth list was lost in a hasty cut and paste.

Five things I wish were in my freezer:
A bottle of Absolut Citron;
the pesto I should have made last summer;
the chicken stock I used up this winter;
a spare litre of milk (now we don't live around the corner from the 7/11);
a big box of blackberries.

Five things that shouldn't be in my wardrobe:
Gorgeous black ballet flats, a size too big;
gorgeous Von Troska dress, two sizes too small;
a pink t-shirt that fits like a dream but gives me far more boobage than I can comfortably admit I've got;
my last ever maternity bra (just too goddam comfortable);
two bikinis (who AM I kidding?).

Five things I hate about my car:
Carpet held last summer's sand all winter, resisting even professional cleaning;
bad blind spots through the rear view mirror and driver's side pillar;
front cup holders are too close together so coffee cups won't fit side by side;
rear hatch door opens just high enough to crack you on the head when you straighten up after pulling groceries out of the back;
and finally, despite all its compact styling and cleverly concealed third row of seats, it still looks like a freaking soccer mum's van.

Five things I should throw out of my handbag/purse/briefcase/backpack:
Lipstick with a loose cap;
a Barbie princess crown with a broken side piece;
receipts, receipts, receipts!!;
hair elastics that aren't - elastic, that is;
and (gentlemen, look away) a free-floating tampon that, despite its appearance, just cannot still be hygienically sealed.

Five things I don't want to admit are in my bathroom:
A small army of bath toys where my candles and oils used to sit(but I'll be sad when they're gone);
denture soaker (not mine!!);
head lice treatments (not mine!!);
sleeping pills (ahem);
cockroaches - despite the $200 treatment last month!


And finally, tagging the first five people to comment here. That way I can follow you round and see which version you do!

mtc
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