We have somehow managed to raise a generation of people who apparently have never seen vegetables! Well, at least until they took a job working for Kroger or WalMart as a cashier and now have to go through the pain of carefully examining each and every fresh vegetable for a clue to its identity. How did we do this? Well, that was probably a really silly question; we did it by taking our kids to McDonald's for chicken nuggets and to Chucky Cheese for pizza every other meal or worse! When I have this experience at the checkout; I always have to squelch the urge to ask the poor deprived cashier if they have ever seen that particular vegetable in its cooked state! I know the answer and I don't like it. So; if I gave in and asked the question; I'd have to then quell the even stronger desire to ask for their mother's address so I could have a chat with her! LOL
I get asked lots of questions about products I purchase in stores. The best one and the one that really started my rant on this topic, isn't even about a vegetable but about Half and Half.
Hold onto your hats for this one!
I am in Wally World, checking out and have purchased a pint of Half and Half. I cook with it; like cream sauces and so on. So, the cashier looks at the pint turns it over and looks at it some more then asks me..... What is this? Is it different than milk? So, I explain to her that it is half CREAM and half whole milk, thus the Half and Half name. She looked me straight in the eye and asks "Well, what would happen if a person drank it?" I promise you I did not laugh, not even a twinkle in my eye! "Well," I answered, "I don't know that anything would happen right away, but perhaps the next day or so, their clothes might not fit as well." She looked at me and said "Really?" I gave up on my humor, as much as this situation cried out for it, and had a more serious conversation about fat and calories and cream rather than milk.
I hope someone is smiling with me. If I didn't summon up the humor, I swear I would cry.
1 comment:
That's funny, but sad. I can see how it happens, though. Each generation, partly because of all of the conveniences we have, and our desire to make our kids' lives better than we had it, loses knowledge that their parents had. My mom makes awesome pickles and relishes - maybe eight or ten kinds. I don't think any of my siblings knows a thing about it, except pickles are made from cucumbers. Also, my dad has kept a garden for more than 60 years (going all the way back to when his father had them work in a victory garden near the end of WW2), and knows how to produce all kinds of things from tomatoes to herbs to peppers. Once again, the Reid children don't seem to have captured any of this knowledge. My dad told us if the economy keeps getting worse, we'd have to go up to his place and take some gardening lessons.
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