Hi. I'm a painter, a writer and a mother of three teenage sons, one with a severe disability. This is a journal: riotously disorganized, full of art, food, children and everyday domestic events. Unless you are a friend or family member you may not be interested, but you are welcome to look. Artists who are parents may find some common ground here, as well as parents of children with special needs. For art only, see my site: nancybeamiller.blogspot.com
Wednesday, August 17
TROPICAL
Other than the bananas of course, I am often baffled by the array of tropical, exotic fruits at our local supermarket. Baskets of starfruit and zebrafruit, heaps of lumpy things that are mysteriously nameless. I guess they are all contenders in a big game of "Which onetime exotic fruit will become a staple?" This is probably a perpetual battle for supremacy: after all, the common tomato was once seen as exotic and believed to be poisonous. Now I often buy kiwi and mangoes, but I do remember years ago standing in a supermarket aisle by a big kiwi display and asking someone, "How would I peel this thing? And why would I want to?"
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