I have always prided myself on being something of a ‘Foodie’. I love food. I haven’t missed a meal since sixth grade. If the food network is on, I’m unavailable for hours, slack-jawed, drooling, feverishly writing down ingredients.
One of my talents is breaking down a recipe. If I taste something new, I am really good at figuring out what is in it. I can smell cumin a mile away. I can detect the difference between Saffron and Tumeric. I can taste the difference between Apple Pie Spice and Pumpkin Pie Spice.
I’m that good, friends. That good.
A couple of days ago I bought a small watermelon for us to eat on Valentine’s day. I didn’t get around to cutting it on Valentine’s day, and just did so this afternoon. I thought it looked a little dry, and was not as pink as they usually are.
I tasted a piece. It was unusual. Maybe I had inadvertently picked up some kind of gourmet hybrid watermelon or something. How cool is that? A new flavor of Watermelon! I got excited and started trying to mix it with other flavors. I tried some with lemon juice. I tried some with cut grapes. I tried some with salt. I tried some with orange segments. I couldn’t get it to blend just right with any of them.
I love a challenge. I kept working…sometimes feverishly…to make a super cool recipe from this new hybrid watermelon.
My Captain tried it. My Captain eats just about anything. Seriously. LOW MAINTENANCE on the food front.
So he tries it, makes a sour face and says, “Uh, it’s rotten.” and pushed the rest away.
I looked down at the rest of the melon. Come to think of it, it did look a little off.
Huh.
Maybe all foodies are boneheads. Maybe gourmet is just the french word for “Bonehead who can’t tell a rotten fruit from a good fruit.”
Fruit Salad anyone?
Mama Boe 