'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?'
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.
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.
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!
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!)
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.
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.
Obviously you and your family were always wealthy.
ReplyDeleteIn 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.
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.
DeleteAlso, truth be known I was also just plain fussy and probably a little spoilt because I was thin and sickly!
Graham Edwards has left a new comment on your post "Perfection":
DeleteWhat 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!)
What a coincidence!
DeleteBut, also, Whot!? No cheese or chocolate!?
Surely ... ?
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.
ReplyDeleteA 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.
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