Bananas scriptrix
Children and grandchildren and other young people laughing almost to death when I tell them that I remember when I got my first course. For those born in the 60s or later, the bananas as common as potatoes and macaroni and hardly anyone today is about 50 years old and younger who remember their first course. But I remember.
It must have been sometime in the mid 50s. To the village street food india shop had been a party bananas and my brother and I each received street food india a. The bananas were immature and green and we had heard that they have to turn yellow in the shell before they went to eat. For that they would mature in the heat and darkness street food india wrapped, we enter them in the respective sock and put them in a drawer. The first few days we went and looked street food india several times a day if they had become yellow. But they were as green as they had been a few hours earlier. Since we forgot street food india them.
When we several weeks later remember the bananas it was the time comes. In socks was no black and route the mud, looked not at all appetizing! But not only that! From socks also flew hundreds, thousands of fruit flies. So the following days we had busy killing them. So my first course, I remember very well. However, I do not remember how it tasted because I ate not.
It was the new days and new bananas. But sometimes I have the feeling that young people think that I grew up on a different planet when I tell them what it was in Finland in the 50's. And sometimes I think it almost goes well!
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I do not think if I ate a banana until "mature" age, I did not live in Boode. Mom used to tell me about when she visited dad in Helsinki sometime in the late 30s or early 40s when he bought the first orange street food india for her it was orange and sour.
Remember i9nte my first course, unfortunately. But I heard my mother tell me about his first tomato. She worked in a factory on the island, street food india and when she and her friend had their salary, they used to go into town with the tour boat, shop on the square and once they had fallen to temptation and bought a respective tomato. Neither she nor her friend had ever tasted this delicacy. Red, round and shiny, the expectations were high. And those expectations died an agonizing death in the same moment they took the first bite, iiiik, it did not taste sweet and delicious! Tomatoes, with a bite urbiten, went straight over a fence in town! So it was with the taste sensation!
Here is one who remembers his first track! What a year it was I do not know, maybe in the late 40's! It was my uncle who came to visit, bringing with him the famous bananas, that would be so good. I remember how disappointed I was, though I think it was perfectly ripe. Not I liked the taste, and not about consistency, thought it reminded most of disgusting unsalted butter!
Oranges were well when we were little, I have anyway no memory of my first orange. But times change and we with it! Just think of all the toys that our grandchildren are today and compare it to what we had! For better or worse! It's good that we have a better material standard, but sometimes I wonder if the abundance inhibits children's imagination.
Hello, in the winter street food india we had glasägg street food india and mother street food india froze always on his hands when she picked glasägg from the basement. street food india I did not know that they were of white glass did not break and still knocked the mother down them and out came an ordinary egg. The only explanation I got was that like this it should be !!! I was a?. Hugs
Serenity! Well, red apples belonged Christmas. And of course we had it good in many ways, but it is still difficult street food india for today's children to understand that we could do without all that they now see as self-evident.
Hello to you! Now I slipped into your blog completely in error, but it was a pleasant mistake! I remember my first orange, my father had been to town and came home with an orange street food india to me. What a sensation! I was about 5-6 years. So beautiful orange were both in color, shape, fragrance, well, everything! I was completely fascinated and wanted at all not to eat this beautiful fruit. No, I hid it in my drawer and looked and smelled at the bit now and then until I forgot about it. Then in the middle of everything I remembered it again, waow, I had an orange! But how did it look like now? Slumped and completely green hairy mold that is not at all smelled good. What a terrible disappointment! I just wanted to cry. A hard stage in the school of life.
Bananas were enough in my childhood. But you know what that was? Stickers. So we unloaded all the stickers from bananas and taped them up on the inside of a cabinet door, the long rows. Chiquita and Del Monte were the most common, and then it could be something odd. I can see dendär door to my inner vision than
Children and grandchildren and other young people laughing almost to death when I tell them that I remember when I got my first course. For those born in the 60s or later, the bananas as common as potatoes and macaroni and hardly anyone today is about 50 years old and younger who remember their first course. But I remember.
It must have been sometime in the mid 50s. To the village street food india shop had been a party bananas and my brother and I each received street food india a. The bananas were immature and green and we had heard that they have to turn yellow in the shell before they went to eat. For that they would mature in the heat and darkness street food india wrapped, we enter them in the respective sock and put them in a drawer. The first few days we went and looked street food india several times a day if they had become yellow. But they were as green as they had been a few hours earlier. Since we forgot street food india them.
When we several weeks later remember the bananas it was the time comes. In socks was no black and route the mud, looked not at all appetizing! But not only that! From socks also flew hundreds, thousands of fruit flies. So the following days we had busy killing them. So my first course, I remember very well. However, I do not remember how it tasted because I ate not.
It was the new days and new bananas. But sometimes I have the feeling that young people think that I grew up on a different planet when I tell them what it was in Finland in the 50's. And sometimes I think it almost goes well!
This entry was posted on Sunday, August 22nd, 2010 and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site. 30 Comments
I do not think if I ate a banana until "mature" age, I did not live in Boode. Mom used to tell me about when she visited dad in Helsinki sometime in the late 30s or early 40s when he bought the first orange street food india for her it was orange and sour.
Remember i9nte my first course, unfortunately. But I heard my mother tell me about his first tomato. She worked in a factory on the island, street food india and when she and her friend had their salary, they used to go into town with the tour boat, shop on the square and once they had fallen to temptation and bought a respective tomato. Neither she nor her friend had ever tasted this delicacy. Red, round and shiny, the expectations were high. And those expectations died an agonizing death in the same moment they took the first bite, iiiik, it did not taste sweet and delicious! Tomatoes, with a bite urbiten, went straight over a fence in town! So it was with the taste sensation!
Here is one who remembers his first track! What a year it was I do not know, maybe in the late 40's! It was my uncle who came to visit, bringing with him the famous bananas, that would be so good. I remember how disappointed I was, though I think it was perfectly ripe. Not I liked the taste, and not about consistency, thought it reminded most of disgusting unsalted butter!
Oranges were well when we were little, I have anyway no memory of my first orange. But times change and we with it! Just think of all the toys that our grandchildren are today and compare it to what we had! For better or worse! It's good that we have a better material standard, but sometimes I wonder if the abundance inhibits children's imagination.
Hello, in the winter street food india we had glasägg street food india and mother street food india froze always on his hands when she picked glasägg from the basement. street food india I did not know that they were of white glass did not break and still knocked the mother down them and out came an ordinary egg. The only explanation I got was that like this it should be !!! I was a?. Hugs
Serenity! Well, red apples belonged Christmas. And of course we had it good in many ways, but it is still difficult street food india for today's children to understand that we could do without all that they now see as self-evident.
Hello to you! Now I slipped into your blog completely in error, but it was a pleasant mistake! I remember my first orange, my father had been to town and came home with an orange street food india to me. What a sensation! I was about 5-6 years. So beautiful orange were both in color, shape, fragrance, well, everything! I was completely fascinated and wanted at all not to eat this beautiful fruit. No, I hid it in my drawer and looked and smelled at the bit now and then until I forgot about it. Then in the middle of everything I remembered it again, waow, I had an orange! But how did it look like now? Slumped and completely green hairy mold that is not at all smelled good. What a terrible disappointment! I just wanted to cry. A hard stage in the school of life.
Bananas were enough in my childhood. But you know what that was? Stickers. So we unloaded all the stickers from bananas and taped them up on the inside of a cabinet door, the long rows. Chiquita and Del Monte were the most common, and then it could be something odd. I can see dendär door to my inner vision than
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