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Jam and Honey
Jam and Honey Sometimes I like to have toast and jam for tea in the afternoon. (I'm English – it is perfectly normal.) But I ran out of jam, so I wrote it on the list to get some more when I next go to the supermarket. But when I was at the supermarket, trying to time my exit so that I would get served by the beautiful and seductive Venus Fly Trap at the checkout, I remembered I had a pot of honey in the cupboard at home. I decided honey would be more healthy so I didn't buy the jam. But because I keep the honey in the cupboard and not in the fridge (where I keep the butter and the jam) whenever it gets to tea time I forget that I have honey, go without, and write "jam" again on the list. Then at the supermarket I remember I have honey so I don't buy jam again. I have just realised that this has been going on for weeks. Just now I had smoked mackerel pate and toast for lunch, and the toast reminded me. (Actually I burnt the toast, but that was because one of my favourite people distracted me and isn't relevant.) So I am stuck in an un-ending memory cycle. Why I thought any of you would be interested in this I have no idea. Unless – it suddenly occurs to me, remembering how the Hippiechick likes to read deep thoughts – maybe this is like life? It is so easy to forget the honey in the cupboard when it is there at home ready for you, just longing to ooze around a slice of toast. Maybe you remember there are a few crumbs and bits of butter in it where you dipped the knife in once or twice before. (My mother always told me to use a spoon, but still I never do.) But then, when you are looking at the sickly, over-sweetened, mass-produced, really-quite-bad-for-you jam at the supermarket, then the wonderfully healthy honey you have back at home keeps springing to mind. Of course at least with comestibles it is socially acceptable to have both. Although perhaps not both at the same time? How am I doing? |
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Dude, I had to look up comestibles!!! comestibles: articles of food; edibles. I see the metaphor quite clearly: the honey is the woman that is good for you. She may have a few wrinkles and bits of gray hair, but she is familiar and has always served you well. You keep her put away on a shelf, so when the hunger arises, you never think of her. Instead, you look around for the glossy, artificially-sweetened, cosmetically pleasing jam which will rot your teeth and leave you wanting more. You've done well, grasshopper.
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mmmmmm... honey in my tea and honey on my toast... there are plenty of other things to do with honey, Dreemy... shall we make a list? bet you remember the honey, then
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Dude, I had to look up comestibles!!! comestibles: articles of food; edibles. I see the metaphor quite clearly: the honey is the woman that is good for you. She may have a few wrinkles and bits of gray hair, but she is familiar and has always served you well. You keep her put away on a shelf, so when the hunger arises, you never think of her. Instead, you look around for the glossy, artificially-sweetened, cosmetically pleasing jam which will rot your teeth and leave you wanting more. You've done well, grasshopper. It must be all like, deep inside my head man!
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Put the jam jar back in the fridge, but write honey on it. Then you will remember you have honey in the cupboard! Personally I don't care for honey on toast, so I would have bought jam anyway!
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mmmmmm... honey in my tea and honey on my toast... there are plenty of other things to do with honey, Dreemy... shall we make a list? bet you remember the honey, then
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It is the kind of nonsense I actually do on occasion. In real life it's difficult to admit to because it sounds insanely stupid. I'm coming to the conclusion though, that barking mad is in reality normal.
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I'm actually going to try a honey and jam cocktail I think, just to see what it is like. That's if I can now remember I need to buy the jam!
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