on the way home from such trivial saturday morning activities as “looking in shops” and “buying two magazines”, i stopped in at the organic food place to get a bottle of ginger necktar. this is a tasty beverage, made of ginger, lemon, honey and “energised water”, by an outfit called, appropriately enough, “ginger necktar drink company”. i’m not sure why it’s spelt “necktar” … but thinking about it now, i’m guessing it’s because you can’t actually get nectar from ginger so this cunning mis-spelling removes any sort of “you told me it was nectar” finger-pointing on the part of the consumer.
“that’s shree dollars,” said the guy behind the counter; his mouth was full of something.
“um. three dollars?”
“yes,” he replied, after swallowing.
i was fumbling in my wallet for exact change, when i thought i heard him say, “would you like a bean?” and when i looked up, he was holding a long bean at me.
“oh yes please!” i said.
it was a cold and crisp bean. raw. the most refreshing bean i ever did have. i told him so.
he beamed. “where have you bean all my life?” he said.
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so sweet! what kind of bean?
A BEAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
i mean,
A BEAN!!!!!!!!
it’s just too much.
Oh the simple pleasures. Its so nice to share.
santos: in fact, it was a haricot vert, one of my favourites.
nellie: you may be interested in the link above; it also contains riveting information, en francais, about the petit pois and other tasties.
saffron: you are awake way too early on a sunday morning… but then, sigh, so am i. 🙂
That’s so funny and poetic (beamed/bean) and cute! i love this site!
hello sophie. oh! thank you for your nice words. i’d like to think that everybody has a little poetry inside of them… even though for some it may be a bawdy limerick.
AAAAAAAAAA SOMETIMES IT IS THIS!!!!!
there once was a man from st. bees
who was stung in the arm by a wasp.
when asked, does it hurt?
he replied, “no, it doesn’t,
but i thought at the time ’twas a hornet!”