Wednesday, 7 March 2018

All I Want Is A Strawberry

And I don't really even like strawberries . I mean, I eat them but vastly prefer raspberries or green apples, water melon or gooseberries; but at the moment I'd kill for anything that wasn't a brussel sprout ... even a purple one.


It's incipient scurvy, perhaps.

This whole winter thing has outstayed its welcome.
 It was C-10 the other day and, in fact, has only just crept above freezing, having decided that raining was more fun.
The only bright spot was the arrival of blood oranges in the market this week.  I know we're not supposed to eat things that come from far away, but they remind me of my granny who loved them too, and I know how short the season is...

This new promotion in the supermarket made me think of her, too




She definitely wouldn't have understood the Five A Day concept which these cards are promoting and would have found it very limiting. Her soups already contained carrots, leeks, parsley, onions, celery, and turnips before the lentils or barley were added.
But now it's been upgraded to Ten A Day, she would have been more impressed. And, the only person I've ever known to enjoy eating pomegranates, she would have wanted an extra Five for fruit. No child ever got away from her without a banana or apple in his hand. So anything that encouraged children to try new food, to make eating fun, would have appealed.  Meanwhile I'll collect them for Smaller Grandson who enjoys cooking and drawing in equal measure.

6 comments:

gz said...

(O)

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Incipient scurvy -- oh no!!!!

Joanne Noragon said...

I have not found a fruit my grandchildren will not eat, which is good, I guess. I do remember consulting YouTube for a method to free pomegranate seeds. It was excellent, and imagine the shock in the kitchen when grandma showed two teenage granddaughters how to peel a pomegranate.

Liz Hinds said...

It's quite difficult on some days to manage even five a day - and I have a good diet.

Purple sprouts?!

Lucille said...

I have ordered blood oranges every week from our veg box supplier. We used to cut a little square hole in the top and push a sugar lump in. Then you squeezed the orange and sucked the juice out through the sugar lump. Appallingly bad for your teeth.

Diane Tolley said...

Winter, winter go away.
Don't come back till . . . December. (Okay I couldn't think of a decent rhyme for 'away'.)
Pass the oranges!