How do you like them apples?

Concerning the title, it was a saying I heard my dad use a lot as a kid, but never quite figured out what it meant.  I know it was a line in the movie Goodwill Hunting.  I’ve also read in several places that the original “apple” was a mortar-fired bomb used during WWI.

However, that is not the point.  What I want to talk about today is actual apples.  Or more like, the part of the apple that I hated the most – the core.

Mom and Si-Mack have this rather strange way of eating an apple…the whole thing.  Including the core.  They would eat around the fruit like a normal person, then proceed to eat whatever remained.

Every time I saw them bite off the top half of the apple’s skeleton and start crunching away at the gristle and seeds, I was tempted to hurl.  Shivers would ripple across my skin.  I would even have to LEAVE THE ROOM!

I have made a sort of vow that once I leave the country, I will at least try everything that is offered to me.  Within reason, of course (I will not eat human!).  But if someone hands me a big bowl of monkey brains, I have to take a minimum of one bite.

This morning it dawned on me that I would never be able to taste fricasseed horse if I can’t even manage something as benign as an apple core!  So, driving home from work, I worked up my courage.  After finishing what I’d traditionally eat, I took a deep breath and chomped off half of the center.  It was not as bad as I’d thought it would be.  In fact, it was actually pretty good.

I now stand before you a more confident woman.  I shall be eating many more apple cores in my life.  I am no longer afraid of fruit.

Until next time,

Savy

 

Enemy vanquished.

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This entry was posted on September 7, 2012. 1 Comment

Pizza Pizza Daddy’o

Today, I made bread dough! *takes sweeping bow and waves to imaginary crowd of cheering fans*

I know, I know, not that special…but for me, it’s a pretty big deal. The last time I made bread, I put in too much yeast and the rolls were TERRIBLE! I would know because mom made us eat every single one of them.  She “hated to waste food”...normally she would say “good food” but calling these rolls food at all was a stretch! Anyway, that was about four years ago now, and today I tried my hand at it once more.

Not, only did my dough turn out (and yes, I danced joyfully around the kitchen when it did) but the pizza we made from it was great!!

Dude, (13) Zay, (8) and Gracie (10) helped me roll out the crust and spread the toppings. While we were working Princess Jo (5), and Bea Rose (3)  ran around the kitchen making noise, Zay explained the entire plot/subplot of The Fellowship of the Ring to me (in great detail), Gracie chatted about everything that crossed her mind, and Dude told us about one of the new girls in his history class.

“Yeah she’s REALLY afraid of bugs!” He said as he sprinkled chopped olives.

“How do you know that?” I asked.

He offhandedly replied,”Oh, I threw one at her.”

It was at that moment, standing amidst all the chaos and chatter, sweating and missing our currently broken air conditioning, making pizza with my loud and occasionally obnoxious siblings, that I realized how incredibly blessed I am to have such a large, loud, lively family! And I wouldn’t trade them and all the extra work they cause for anything!

~Si-Mack

 

 

Out of the mouths of babes

So, I just get the biggest kick out of my younger siblings and today was no exception.

We were driving to church this morning (fashionably late as always) when we passed our local Chucky Cheeses. Now, I don’t know how familiar you are with it, but they have a sing-songy little slogan that they play on PBS kids”Where a kid can be a kid,” and of course  all of my siblings know it by heart.  As we were passing the obnoxiously happy germ infested building, they all sang the little jingle. There was a moment of silence followed by the deep ponderings of my younger siblings:
10 Y.O. Gracie:  You know, that’s not really true.

Me:  What’s not?

Gracie:  A kid can’t really be a kid there.  I got yelled at for crawling around on my hands and knees.

8 Y.O Zay:  *indignant* Yeah, and they won’t let you tackle people! Or punch them!

Gracie:  I mean, what kid of a kid’s place won’t let you crawl around?

Zay:  Or punch people!

13 Y.O. Dude:  Technically Zay, that’s unacceptable in our society in general.

Zay:  Wait, for real?

 

Then after church we were discussing what everyone learned in Sunday school. It was Princess Jo’s turn to talk and she was telling us all about Noah’s ark:

5 Y.O. Princess Jo:  And then Noah sent out a bird…I think it was a seagull or something

Mom:  You mean the dove?

Princess Jo:  Yeah, that. And then it went and got a plant or something

Mom:  You mean the olive branch?

Princess Jo:  Uh-huh. And then God promised to never flood the whole earth ever again and gave us the RAINBOW!!

(Obviously her favorite part of the story, everything else was simply unnecessary details up until that point)

They certainly keep us laughing!

~Si-Mack

This entry was posted on September 3, 2012. 2 Comments