Sunday, September 09, 2018

Does anyone else ...?

Buy an aubergine just because it's so beautiful?







Not done by my grandchild
Feel guilty when throwing away a grandchild's art even though I just don't have room for any more?












Find it impossible to use the term 'kids' - I shudder writing it. (Nah, that's probably just me.)

I'm sure there are lots of other things that could fall into this category. Can you think of anything you do that might?

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

I do find (our, "eggplant") aubergines lovely; but, I buy them because they make good eating. As to grandchildren's art work, I doubt that I have a single piece in the house. Of course, our only grandchild is 35 years old. Her seven- and eight-year-old boys have not gifted us with any such works. My parents always corrected us kids when we used the word "kid" but were not talking about a goat. As I just illustrated, once I left home, I decided to violate their rule. That was 63 years ago and I've not changed my mind.
Cop Car

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Of course you buy vegetables because they're beautiful … fruit, too. A withered, wrinkly lettuce isn't likely to taste nice or do you much good.
But I'm not so fussy about other things, in fact, I've just been fondly remembering those post-war tins of broken biscuits in grocers' shops.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

Oh sorry, I got carried away thinking about the chance of a fig roll or bit of garibaldi.
'Kids' sounds unattractive but children sounds too formal for one or two. We cousins were always referred to as the 'weans'... as in "do the weans want some ice cream" or "which of the weans broke that?"

Gledwood said...

Aubergines I don't even like the name. Americans call them "eggplant" and I suppose I prefer that (even though I would never in 1000000 years call a courgette "zucchini.")

Grandchildren's art? I haven't got any grandchildren but if I did, maybe I would try and hang it on the wall in a kind of mega-frame, so that one piece is on display and everything else is bundled behind it. Alternatively you could take a good digital picture of each one, I suppose? Or shove them in a giant ringbinder? Haven't you got a good coal cellar you could chuck it all down? You could give it to a hamster, but they would nibble it into a nice nest...

It's the really 3D stuff with blackbeans and spaghetti stuck on it that would do my head in. Pitterpattering off and scattering all over the nice carpets. Ukh no.

As or the word kids I hardly ever use it except self-consciously. Or in phrases like "club kids" but I don't remember when I last talked about "club kids".
I don't call my friends "mates" either.
The people at school used to say I spoke like a dictionary...

Liz Hinds said...

I'm not that keen on eating aubergines, Cop Car, but I do. Husband loves them.

Boxes of biscuits, yes, I remember those too, sonata. there was a very old-fashioned (only in retrospect obviously) shop on the corner of our road, all dark wood, a counter with assistants and the boxes of biscuits in front. And weans is rather nice.

I can imagine you do speak properly, Gledwood. What blog are you writing on now? Or did I misunderstand and you haven't started yet?
And our attic is full of art I can't throw away.

Anonymous said...

Liz--To each her/his own, eh? I fixed a couple of nice (to me) casseroles, yesterday, using a large eggplant, a medium-sized yellow squash, and a large onion - topped with leaves of spinach. Most real cooks tell one to treat the eggplant so as to draw out the "bitter" liquid; but, I cut it in 1" dice and throw it into the casserole dish without further thought - following suit with the cut up squash and onion. I pop a lid on it and bake in a medium oven for nearly an hour at which time I add shredded cheeses. One can tell that my taste buds are probably not as nuanced as some. Hunky Husband grew up among professional cooks. He eats neither my cooking nor his sister's (she is a chef) - excepting - he'll eat anything called a dessert, or any cooked fruit if enough sugar is added.

Would "weans" be descended from "wee ones"? I like it.

Anonymous said...

Oops! I failed to "sign" my the above comment AND the one about The Boston Girl. Please forgive me.
Cop Car

Gledwood said...

I haven't actually opened the new blog yet or even thought up its name.
As for my old one I kind of have stage fright, I don't know what to say any more. For years I was reduced to going to internet cafes to blog (after my computer died). Back in the day they used to sell you blocks of time so you could use a computer for 19 mins. Go out, come back, use it for 32 mins... etc etc. But when they stopped this you had to use time in exact half-hour increments and make sure you were properly signed out at the end, which made the process feel somehow stressful so keeping in touch with people suddenly felt like a chore not a pleasure because I was constantly watching the clock, so that's why I lost touch with everyone, even though I did blog occasionally. (Excuses excuses.)
As soon as I set up the new one I will let you know because I think I will be using a different name as well.

Anne in Oxfordshire said...

I do buy aubergines not because beautiful, because I like them. I do throw away grandchildrens art work.. But I try my hardest not to use the word "kids". Even the other day I said to middle grandaughter.. Dont say kids say children . You aren't goats . I can't stand it

Liz Hinds said...

I have to admit, Cop Car, that your casserole doesn't sound appetising! Maybe with tomatoes added?
Weans could be from wee ones. I was thinking more of in-betweenies, but Sonata has Scottish heritage so your idea sounds more likely.

Do let me know, Gledwood.

I'm glad I'm not alone, Anne.

Anonymous said...

Liz--I thought about adding tomatoes, Sunday, but opted not. I do love a good stew, though (tomatoes reminded me). As long as it contains tomatoes, okra, and cabbage, I can throw anything else into it and it will be good - usually, fish and oysters (or chicken) plus whatever veggies I've on hand.

Anonymous said...

Drat! Once again I clicked on "Publish" without IDing myself. Maybe I've lost my mind?
Cop Car