For some reason my appetite has been funky monkey lately. Perhaps it’s the traveling. Nothing like airline peanuts to tide you over for a week. Or it could be all my talk about organic food, yet I lack of any such products on my table. When 32 people are coming to dinner, I need my own farm, not a quaint farmer’s market on the corner.
Regardless of how touchy my tummy tends, I somehow convince the digestive system to accept and LIKE fruits and veggies. Now, this is not rocket science for me: if it’s healthy it will probably make me feel better and make my mouth smile. Some people I know would beg to differ claiming only rabbits are meant to consume leaves and things that grow on a tree…if it doesn’t moo, they won’t chew.
TANGENT: I need to take a poll. Name the best/worst condiment ever invented. We eat ketchup at the house like it’s our job. BBQ sauce has often been a winning sauce/condiment among my carnivorous friends. Mustard sits on the fence- some can’t get enough and would much rather yellow dye than the red of ketchup. To sort of relate this the aforementioned subject of fruits and veggies, you can even consider Ranch or other dips. So cast your vote. You might learn a little more about the true condiment cravings of your average Jo/an.
So back to the appetite. I’ve decided to give into what my body craves, not that it’s particularly hard. When cantelope, watermelon, or pineapple is cut up and served, I’m first in line. I’m sure this pure enjoyment comes from good training by my dad. He knew how to make such foods desirable. By cutting them into weird shapes and especially balls. Who can pass up a bowl of melon balls? They’re like little jewels, little pebbles of pleasure. And so easy to eat with fingers, a fork, or colored toothpicks.
I don’t have to try half so hard to get these kids to eat fruit. Yet, they know the really good stuff is back at home. Not a whole bunch of pineapple farms in North Carolina. They give me the benefit of the doubt, though, and indulge in the store bought melons, mangoes, and pineapples. A sweet, juicy fruit is so much more appetizing than a juicy steak, anyway…right?
2 comments:
MUSTARD is the worst condiment ever invented, and you know it! The 3rd worse thing man ever did. I have the most kids, therefore I win. Ketchup is towards the top, as is BBQ. Especially Walla Walla Sweet Onion BBQ!
I was going to send you an e-mail, but since you actually mentioned me (Jo/an) in this blog, this foodie had to respond. No doubt ketchup will be the winner, but what about all the wonderful fruit spreads--cherry jams from MI, huckleberry syrup from MT, just had a great mango chutney, and what about BUTTER! And, there are some divine mustards out there, one just has to seek them.
But, what I really wanted to write is that I am truly sorry we missed you when you were in WY--can't let that happen again. And, I planted the Canadian wildflower seeds you sent with hopes that they will grown and bloom and bring joy like you.
Had so wanted to catch one of your performances when I was working for the airlines, but never had enough time off, and most recently I've been helping at John's office, so we've been way too busy.
Sean is flying over the Atlantic at this moment on his way to be a Rotary summer exchange student in Belgium--I'm so envious that he gets to spend a month in Europe.
Connor plans to come back to CPR for Josh McKay's wedding at the end of July--should be a grand celebration.
And you, did you ever think about becoming a writer--what great blog entries! You, too, could be a Ms. Rowling!
Just wanted you to know we think of you often and wish you many happy journeys. Amicalement, jo/an
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