Posted by Ursula on Friday, 4 July 2008
It’s three o’clock in the afternoon. Time to have lunch, particularly if you haven’t eaten all day. Time flies when you aren’t having fun, doesn’t it?
Tesco’s Finest “Dolce Verde Lettuce” beckons. However, and Vern, I think you’d be supremely positioned to give me your opinion (with a little help from Bourdain), the leaves are infested with wild life, giving a whole new meaning to ‘dolce vita”. By the time I will have washed off all those little creatures any vitamins will also have gone down the drain. Is it worth it? Have I become squeemish? Should I just shut my eyes and think of what?
I remember a friend of mine, we were about twelve years old, taking me down rows and rows of raspberry bushes near her home. We talked and we talked and we talked, in between picking the berries and stuffing our faces. Later it dawned on me that the offering had not been entirely vegetarian. Did it matter? Of course not. Fast forward a few years – and you need a fine toothcomb before putting most things into your mouth.
I am hungry; with you in a squeezing of a lemon,
U
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globewriter said
There is a saying in Trinidad – “What don’t kill does fatten and what don’t fatten does purge”. I believe that is the appropriate attitude to take.
Ursula said
Vernon, thank you so much for your, as usual, to the point advice: In fact, I could do with some more guidance, right now, on a rather bizarre matter.
I don’t want to fatten; purging, no doubt, contributing to future digestive happiness. Such a pity you don’t live round the corner; I’d invited you, left you to deal with the salad and tossing it; myself pouring the wine and seeing to everything else, and then watch how much you’d actually eat (of the salad, that is).
U