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Lesson for the Day
Mar. 16th, 2010 07:52 amFrench Fries never make good leftovers.
Yet, we still try, don't we? Right now there are leftover french fries in a little container in the office fridge. Last week, I watched someone at a restaurant carefully pack up the ginormous portion of fries that he couldn't finish.
Out of season strawberries, blueberries, corn...they suck. They're expensive, they've traveled halfway around the world and often coated with pesticides, fungicides and fertilizers that our country wouldn't approve for roadside weeds.
It's not an easy lesson to learn -- because sometimes they don't absolutely suck. Oh, I broke down...standing in front of the stack of blueberry containers in Costco, chanting my mantra, "It's not time yet, it's not time yet, it's not time yet." To no avail. Do I strike you as the kind of person for whom a mantra would work? Exactly. My head is like Times Square. BEFORE Guiliani got rid of the hookers.
So, I failed. I did not stick to my principles. And they actually tasted good. Which didn't help. But that was enough of a slip. Now I'll be able to wait until the Carolina berries come into season. Because, while a mantra has little power over me, guilt and moral fiber is what I'm all about. (Or, German mulishness, Danish pigheadedness and English stiff upper lip. I know, the trifecta of iron will.)
Because I really do think we've lost touch with the beauty of ephemera. Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment and then....let it go. Savor things while they're at their best and then move on.
Enjoy the damn french fry and then let the waiter take the plate.
(Note: seriously. This was inspired by french fries in the fridge. It's not code for anything else going on in my life. Unless we apply it to the basement. Note #2: I don't want to hear about the time you brought home french fries and heated them up the next day and they were BETTER than the night before. I don't. Your palate is already under suspicion. Don't make it worse by missing the point and also trying to prove me wrong.)
Yet, we still try, don't we? Right now there are leftover french fries in a little container in the office fridge. Last week, I watched someone at a restaurant carefully pack up the ginormous portion of fries that he couldn't finish.
Out of season strawberries, blueberries, corn...they suck. They're expensive, they've traveled halfway around the world and often coated with pesticides, fungicides and fertilizers that our country wouldn't approve for roadside weeds.
It's not an easy lesson to learn -- because sometimes they don't absolutely suck. Oh, I broke down...standing in front of the stack of blueberry containers in Costco, chanting my mantra, "It's not time yet, it's not time yet, it's not time yet." To no avail. Do I strike you as the kind of person for whom a mantra would work? Exactly. My head is like Times Square. BEFORE Guiliani got rid of the hookers.
So, I failed. I did not stick to my principles. And they actually tasted good. Which didn't help. But that was enough of a slip. Now I'll be able to wait until the Carolina berries come into season. Because, while a mantra has little power over me, guilt and moral fiber is what I'm all about. (Or, German mulishness, Danish pigheadedness and English stiff upper lip. I know, the trifecta of iron will.)
Because I really do think we've lost touch with the beauty of ephemera. Sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment and then....let it go. Savor things while they're at their best and then move on.
Enjoy the damn french fry and then let the waiter take the plate.
(Note: seriously. This was inspired by french fries in the fridge. It's not code for anything else going on in my life. Unless we apply it to the basement. Note #2: I don't want to hear about the time you brought home french fries and heated them up the next day and they were BETTER than the night before. I don't. Your palate is already under suspicion. Don't make it worse by missing the point and also trying to prove me wrong.)
