She was a vision to behold. Toothless, she wore a multi-coloured beanie on top of her pate. The sky blue top caressed her large, freedom loving boobs. Barelegged beneath the flowing skirt, her feet were encased in bright blue ankle socks and slippers. Pushing her shopping trolley, she joined me at the vine ripened tomato stand. Twinkling blue eyes smiled at me as together we set about selecting the juiciest tomatoes.
Holding her selection in hand, she said, with her toothless gums finding their way around the words –
You know what I do with these? My mother used to do this when we were kids. I cut them in half, sprinkle sugar on them and then fry them. Add a bit of salt and pepper. Best still if you have pineapple too. We have them with sausages and mashed potatoes.
I agreed it sounded like a delicious meal. And that I used to eat tomatoes with sugar as a kid. It was delicious.
She went on to tell me that she and her husband go to the local pub on schnitzel night when they are on special for $10. She continued –
Do you know that they just are not the same. The last time we went (and she explained at length just which place it had been) it was awful. We sent it back. And you know what? The second one was even WORSE! And we had the same thing happen the next time we went to another place (again she explained at length which one it was). My husband asked ‘why can’t they just do them like you do.’ Neither of them were fans of the fancy shmancy new fangled little bits of this and that and the other.
We agreed food just was not that the same as it used to be. As we parted ways, I said I hoped their next pub meal would not be so disappointing.
By this time TRH (The Retired Husband) had joined me, cup of takeaway coffee in hand. It helped to soothe the nerves as he traipsed the aisles following me. We went grocery shopping today.
He wanted to know what was going on while he was away. So I told him all about cooking tomatoes, what to eat them with. And how bad the schnitzels were in some pubs. And that we had some inside info on which ones were best to avoid.
As we traipsed the aisles filling our trolley, I saw my five minute friend filling hers and chatting with others along the way. She made my day today. I hope they enjoy their meal of tomatoes, sausages and mash. Cooked at home the old fashioned way.
© Raili Tanska
Steps for Peace
Good things happen when you meet strangers.
They make you smile