You're witnessing the birth of a new Fiskars project. Today I'll be washing and pressing and cutting and, hopefully, sewing. And I'll be doing lots of praying that I chose my fabrics wisely. This is for Will and since I nixed the request for camouflage material, I agreed to try to match Lego colors. But he didn't want yellow. Or green. So I got out the Pottery Barn catalog and
We have an unsettled dispute in our home. Shawn and the boys love cantaloupe.
I, on the other hand, would rather eat brussel sprouts on ice cream. Or a peanut butter and liver sandwich. Not really. I just wrote that so you would understand the depths of my disdain for melon.
It's not my whole body that has an aversion to melon. My eyes think the orange flesh is beautiful. My hands take great satisfaction from pulling one from the vines in my garden, feeling the weight of something I nurtured for the enjoyment of my family, imagining the looks of bliss on their faces when they eat it. My brain marvels at how God makes something that prefers very little water as it grows yet is about 80% water. Even my nose can't deny the sweet fragrance is exhilarating. But my tastebuds, they protest vehemently.
Every summer I put my tastebuds to the test, hoping they've matured or lost their discriminating properties or are somehow now willing to be bullied into allowing a bite of melon to pass by them. However you want to classify it, I do try to like melon.
Wednesday was my annual melon-tasting ceremony. And I failed. Spit it right into the trash after 2 chews. I told Shawn about it yesterday and the discussion ended with him issuing a disgusting-food-eating challenge. He had to eat an entire banana. I had to eat an equal amount of cantaloupe.
When it was all said and done, we were both in tears. His were from laughter, mine were from excessive gagging as I forced myself to swallow each bite. He has proclaimed himself the winner because, since he didn't gag, he is stronger. I feel I won the contest because clearly it was far more difficult for me and I did not quit. I sure hope this doesn't come down to a rematch. I don't think I'll survive meatloaf vs. chicken gizzards.