||[Apr. 22nd, 2009|07:09 am]
I have not abandoned LJ, just caught in the vise that is work and Faire and personal obligations. Just so's ya know...|
But really, is there any morning joy greater than sitting at a traffic light next to some muscle car revving its engine, rocking back and forth, trying to second guess the traffic light, getting ready to peel out...
And you, with your superior traffic zen and attention to details (like the pedestrian crosswalk lights), manage to acclerate out way ahead of him, 'cause he was in the middle of a roll back when the light changed and you were correctly rolling forward. In your Saturn station wagon. Score one for the dorks!
On Thursday, in the vegetable rotter drawer -- sure, you can CALL it a crisper, but let's be real -- I found a big container full of Driscoll strawberries that I'd bought specifically for Easter and forgotten. So, the Thursday before Easter, that would be April 8th. And I hesitated to purchase them because they were sitting out at the store at room temperature. And I'm enough of a Produce geek to know that every four hours at room temperature means 1 day of shelf life lost for berries. But I thought, well, I'm going to serve them in 4 days, which is pushing it for berries, but I'll cut them up and sugar them, so they'll hang in there and be fine.
Buried under eggplant and mint and peppers, they sat. For 9 days. We all know what happens to strawberries after nine days, right, especially if they were mishandled previously.
But no. These were like the Dorian Grays of strawberries. The seeds were darker and the berries looked vaguely dessicated. But the leaves were green, the berries were red and there was no, repeat no, mold or rotting. Creepy. Now Driscoll has an intense proprietary plant breeding program. And I have no doubt that they've bred for shelf-life, as much as beauty. (Certainly not flavor...) But 9 days in a home fridge? Do you know how much fungicide that's gotta require? I don't, but I don't like thinking about it. I left them out on the counter to take out to the compost bin, but sort of hesitated, since I wasn't sure I wanted these zombie-berries in the compost.
Then next morning, I thought, whoops, now they really have to be...son of a bitch, they're fine. They look exactly the same. Just that sort of past their prime look, but still, damn good for their age. (I'm struggling here for a Hollywood analogy, but they're all so damn plastic, I can't think of anyone. Meryl Streep. There.)
Well, it being the first full weekend of on-site Faire rehearsal and site prep work, I know you'll be shocked that they were still on the countertop come yesterday morning. And finally, finally, after 3 plus days at room temperature, the mold had finally gotten a toehold. Just on a couple of the berries at the bottom.
And it being a Monday morning, you'll be again shocked that I didn't have time to take them out to the compost pile. (Some people lust after a laundry chute, I lust after a compost chute...) So, there they were when I got home yesterday afternoon.
But I didn't remember spilling Diet Mountain Dew on the container....
Even my cats think they're zombie-berries. Because one of them hopped up on the counter and took a piss on them.
Of course, be forewarned. That means if you come to my house and one of my cats pees on you, I'm probably going to blow off your head. Especially if you're shambling.