just as i was beginning to recover from recent revelations about the nature of eggplant, a brand new unfortunate edible fact was brought to my attention.
i was having a delicious slice of sweet bread, compliments of Yanni. i paused to ponder: what is the source of tastiness? (it's pumpkin) what? (it's pumpkin) but i don't like pumpkin. (apparently you do) i knew he was right, and so i began retracing my steps in an attempt to learn how such a thing could have happened.
1) some months ago i began an intuitive eating experiment.
2) as a result of this experiment i began purchasing cantaloupes.
3) upon opening cantaloupes, i had to remove their guts.
4) cantaloupe guts resemble pumpkin guts.
this was the beginning of the end. i have had a strong aversion to pumpkins since childhood, when i watched my aunt prepare jack-o-lanterns. the flash point for my revulsion was how the seeds and membrane looked inside. with this obstacle overcome by my new found love of melons, it wasn't long until i found myself in Vermont, gorging on pumpkin seeds at the Quechee Gorge. after that, i never even stood a chance...
Friday, September 12, 2008
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