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Fruiticide in the kitchen

standard June 28, 2010 2 responses

I would like to tell you that, as parents, we never neglect anyone or anything related to our household.   Unfortunately, that doesn’t always happen. I often have to remember that everything changes, everything passes. And that includes fruit. In California we are blessed with an incredible variety of home grown fruit.  We love fruit. We are members of a CSA. Dessert is often a juicy apricot, a succulent strawberry, or a perfect peach.

But, as with all excesses, too much of a good thing is never a good thing. Every once in a while some of our fruit loses that freshly picked sheen. That extra banana browns. The nectarine becomes a little too squishy. And sometimes the fruit passes that point of no return. You know that point. It’s the moment when the fruit is not only not edible but actually is so “at the end of its lifecycle” that we don’t want to pick it up.

And that’s actually where my story begins. The protagonist in this narrative is a seedless, juicy watermelon. Uncut. Pure. Waiting for love. Except this watermelon was ignored. Soon signs of neglect began to appear.  Its bottom grew a little darker green. We figured he was among friends in the fruit bowl though he was probably squishing his plum friends. But the days passed and the watermelon’s color continued to change.

As you may know, Jessica left for New York for several days, leaving me in charge of C and Little L. Fast forward to Friday morning. I had to get up early to dress and feed the children. C woke up first. I met her in the hallway. “C it’s time for breakfast.” “Okay daddy.” C headed to the kitchen. I was 5 feet behind her. C turned the corner into the kitchen and then I heard her scream, “OH MY GOSH! DADDY COME QUICK!” C can be a little overdramatic at times and I thought nothing of it. Until I too turned the corner and beheld the carnage.

There was no note. No cry for help. He did it all by himself. Probably in the middle of the night. And we all knew why it happened. But now I had to clean up the mess. And that’s never pretty, especially when you feel partially responsible.

This post was written by my favorite guest poster, M, who did a stellar job of taking care of the kids and house while I was living the high life in NY. Even if he couldn’t keep the fruit from jumping…

True Love

standard February 13, 2009 5 responses

The nicest thing about my husband is that sometimes he writes my posts for me. For example… um, this one. You might think that it’s a little strange considering the first sentence, but that’s ok. Let’s talk about M. He is such a great guy that he continues to write the post as his lovely wife criticizes every word that he writes (Jessica just said “not every word”). At this very moment, M feels like he is live-blogging his life – and his wife. So right now Jessica is twittering using her Blackberry. I feel so connected just sitting next to her. Anyway, I’m not very good at this blogging thing, so there probably won’t be any links or pictures or anything cool like that. Oh wait, maybe I can get Jessica to post the picture of her holding up her computer so that C and L can watch… wait for it… the video to Barbie Girl by Aqua. The best part is that C knows the lyrics after “you can comb my hair… ” If Jessica is good enough she will also post a link to the actual video here.

Well if that isn’t true love, I don’t know what is. Maybe this should be a fun valentine’s thing. If you have a blog, get your loved one, significant other.. whatever to post one for you! Leave the link in the comments below.

Jessica speaking: I take no responsibility for that there post. Though I’ll admit to embedding the video, but only because it was by far the more palatable alternative to showing you the picture which is now deleted forever because oh. wow. do I need to either throw out that sweatshirt or stop eating cookies like yesterday. And also, why should I be the only one who always has that song pounding through her head?
So, uhm, I guess we’ll return to the usual programming tomorrow. See you then. kthnxbai.