The Three, G’s
"Ginger. We're so old. How long do you think we have been around for?"
"Hundreds of years. No, thousands of years. We've travelled many a road together, it's exhausting! We just compliment the palate and enhance the flavours of food."
"Yes, it's so true. I come in bulbs, wrapped in individual cloves. And can you believe it, not everyone likes me! I'm a daily requirement for many people, from, right here where we stand, to Sub-Saharan Africa to West China, where I originate. I can complement a dish, be it meat or be it fish. Flash me over steak or thigh, hear the murmur of their sighs."
"Like you, Garlic, my use is endless. Does everyone love me? I think everyone loves me? I hope everyone loves me. I can heal the sick. Make them better, quick. I remember when I was made into, sugared stemmed ginger. I did look good, all shiny and glistening.
I remember when Danny used me in his Stir-fried beef, I was delicious. Our friend spring onions were in it, and you, you were in it too, Garlic. People do love us, don't they? Can you imagine all the things we are used for?"
"Well, I can heal the sick too you know!"
"I'm sure you can, Garlic, but, you are smelly!"
"No, I'm not. It's just, my smell doesn't suit everyone!"
"You're telling me!"
"Sometimes, Ginger, you really do make me sick!"
"In that case, Garlic, drink me with some warm water. I'll make you better!"
"You do make me laugh, just as much, Ginger. I wish I could do the things you do.
"You do, Garlic, and you do it with flair, and better. You do know we're going to be around for hundreds of years to come? No thousands of years to come?"
"Yes, I know. It's a woeful thought."
"But why woeful, Garlic?”
"Because, throughout those pending years, I'm going to have to drink gallons of warm water, with you in it!"
J A Williamson
Helping children learn to have fun with the use of encouraging words and stories about their fruit and vegetables.
What a difference, some grapes make.
The Grapes of, Rap.
I was chilling in the evening just eating some grapes, I heard a tap on the door, and it was getting late. I peeked through the blinds and all I could see, is crackers and cheese, kinda staring at me. I asked my Pa if he would let them in, he said, “Son, just eat your grapes!”
I said, “Pa, don’t you know that we go together, like a winter coat, in stormy weather, and I won’t make a mess if the crumbs start to fall, I’ll eat the cheese like a mouse and you won’t notice at all. My Pa closed his book, looked me straight in the eye and said, “Son, just eat your grapes!”
J A Williamson