EAT YOUR VEGETABLES
One of my favorite pastimes is to go to malls and look at all the displays. Rather like Socrates, who it is said, went into all the markets to look at all the stuff that he did not need. I do not have such lofty reasons for mall crawling, but I have as much fun!!!
I went into Henry’s the other day. It is this store that has fresh fruits and vegetables and everyone who shops here has this shining halo around their heads, because they are shopping for healthy stuff. And it is all organic to boot, which makes the halo shine even brighter if that were possible!!!
Amongst all the exotic fruits and vegetables, kiwi, nectarines, funny shaped papayas, the good old mango, I found something close to my mallu heart. The coconut. I was so elated. Imagine finding a coconut here!! Only, it was Americanized as all things here are wont to be. The coconut was devoid of all its fiber, bald if you will. And worst of all, it was shrink-wrapped. The best was yet to come. It had instructions on how to break it open!! I swear, the little blurb on the coconut said, “Tap gently along the crack to break open, loosen the flesh and use as desired.” From what I could figure, the coconuts were already broken and the flesh inside was already removed from the shell, and the whole thing was put together again and shrink wrapped. God, what a terrible thing to have happened to a coconut!!
They also have these impossibly orange pumpkins. C and I keep having these arguments about how a pumpkin could be so orange. I mean the ones in India are yellow with splotches of green and maybe orange in parts but the pumpkins here are a brilliant orange, quite in keeping with the Halloween theme. I keep insisting that this can only happen if they were a hybrid variety, and C keeps insisting that they might merely be a different kind of pumpkin. We are now the proud owners of two brilliantly orange pumpkins, ready for carving.
We went to the check out counter and I was looking at things on the shelves. It was then that I saw it. A long, small pouch, with a drawstring at the end. Reminds me of the little pouches kind old grandmothers back in Bangalore use to store their supply of tobacco, betel leaves, areca nuts and lime. (Come to think of it, I haven’t seen one of those in a long time, have grannies stopped chewing betel leaves? Or has the high tech city influenced them enough to switch over to something more practical and boring?) This particular bag, I found out, was the plastic bag organizer and dispenser. This means to say you store all the plastic bags you get at the grocery stores in it and you can pull it out as needed!! WHAT NEXT?????
I went into Henry’s the other day. It is this store that has fresh fruits and vegetables and everyone who shops here has this shining halo around their heads, because they are shopping for healthy stuff. And it is all organic to boot, which makes the halo shine even brighter if that were possible!!!
Amongst all the exotic fruits and vegetables, kiwi, nectarines, funny shaped papayas, the good old mango, I found something close to my mallu heart. The coconut. I was so elated. Imagine finding a coconut here!! Only, it was Americanized as all things here are wont to be. The coconut was devoid of all its fiber, bald if you will. And worst of all, it was shrink-wrapped. The best was yet to come. It had instructions on how to break it open!! I swear, the little blurb on the coconut said, “Tap gently along the crack to break open, loosen the flesh and use as desired.” From what I could figure, the coconuts were already broken and the flesh inside was already removed from the shell, and the whole thing was put together again and shrink wrapped. God, what a terrible thing to have happened to a coconut!!
They also have these impossibly orange pumpkins. C and I keep having these arguments about how a pumpkin could be so orange. I mean the ones in India are yellow with splotches of green and maybe orange in parts but the pumpkins here are a brilliant orange, quite in keeping with the Halloween theme. I keep insisting that this can only happen if they were a hybrid variety, and C keeps insisting that they might merely be a different kind of pumpkin. We are now the proud owners of two brilliantly orange pumpkins, ready for carving.
We went to the check out counter and I was looking at things on the shelves. It was then that I saw it. A long, small pouch, with a drawstring at the end. Reminds me of the little pouches kind old grandmothers back in Bangalore use to store their supply of tobacco, betel leaves, areca nuts and lime. (Come to think of it, I haven’t seen one of those in a long time, have grannies stopped chewing betel leaves? Or has the high tech city influenced them enough to switch over to something more practical and boring?) This particular bag, I found out, was the plastic bag organizer and dispenser. This means to say you store all the plastic bags you get at the grocery stores in it and you can pull it out as needed!! WHAT NEXT?????
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