'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Friday, 3 June 2016


When I was young I would not have eaten this pear. I would have turned my nose up at it, and asked for another, more perfect one.
It occurred to me, as I was cutting away the bruises, how juicy this one was. And when I had it with my muesli, yoghurt, and milk, it was just so deliciously tasty! Almost perfect, the bits that were left.
A metaphor for life, perhaps.


  1. Obviously you and your family were always wealthy.
    In my family, and among all the people I know, we were taught to be grateful to have anything at all to eat. We even had a little rhyme that ended with, "How I wish I had that crust that once I threw away."
    How times change.

    1. Thanks for your comment Louise. Actually we were not especially waelthy when I was growing up in the late fifties, early sixties, but I was lucky enough to live in a place where fruit grew very well and there was always plenty of that particular food group.
      Also, truth be known I was also just plain fussy and probably a little spoilt because I was thin and sickly!

    2. Graham Edwards has left a new comment on your post "Perfection":

      What a bizarre coincidence. I love a Conference Pear and Parmesan cheese thinly sliced in the evening. The night before last I realised that the pear I had left was on the turn and I'd no Parmesan (since my infection in New Zealand I've hardly eaten either cheese or chocolate). I looked at the pear and just decided to eat it on its own. Instead of the firm, just ripe enough texture I prefer it was at the other end of the ripeness scale and I, too, thought to myself how much more taste there was. I didn't even bother to cut out the overripe bits.

      I'll have to apply my brain to the metaphor for life bit.
      (Kate says: sorry Geeb, had to paste this from my email, as my fat finger deleted it instead of posting it!)

    3. What a coincidence!
      But, also, Whot!? No cheese or chocolate!?
      Surely ... ?

  2. As we grow most of our own fruit, I'm used to eating things with bugs inside. I had a neighbour here who used to say he wouldn't eat an apple if if DIDN'T have a bug inside; that way he knew it hadn't been sprayed. I think he exaggerated a bit.

  3. A few days have passed since I left the comment above. The ideas that sprang from the original post have been churning in my mind. That makes it a very worthwhile blog post, agreed? We are so lucky now with the variety and quality of the food available to us in general. When I was a child the shop keeper chose the fruit and other groceries from what was behind the counter. We watched and paid. Not any more.