Nobulife
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I was contributing to the Canadian Food thread when I was inspired to create this thread. I will start off with my own experience and as you will see it isn't about a gourmet meal I savoured but a small incident that has stuck with me and is brought to mind whenever I enjoy a ripe peach.
I was a teenager visiting Belgium with my parents. The hotel in Ostend packed us a box lunch as we were going on a daylong bus tour to the historic city of Bruges. After seeing some of the sights, we choose a bench along the canal as the site of our picnic. We ate the delicious sandwiches and then set about eating the perfectly ripe peaches that had been included . We were from Ireland at a time,the 60's. when fresh fruit was a rarity there and I had never eaten a peach before. It was a hot day and the peach was warm and juicy..I savoured every bite. My father, who was an extremely quiet and undemonstrative man was obviously carried away by the sun, the foreign ambience and the anticipation of biting into the luscious fruit. While my mother and I wolfed down the fruit, my father made a great production of producing his pocket knife and carefully peeling the peach. As he raised the golden orb to his mouth his juice slicked fingers squeezed a little too hard and the magnificent morsel popped from his grasp and landed on the graveled bank of the canal. Anticipation morphed instantaneously into anger as he aimed a kick at the peach that sent it arcing into the canal.
Of course my mother and I were very amused by this and we were cruel enough to laugh but though the peach was lost my father's presence is with me whenever I savour a sun warmed peach.
I was a teenager visiting Belgium with my parents. The hotel in Ostend packed us a box lunch as we were going on a daylong bus tour to the historic city of Bruges. After seeing some of the sights, we choose a bench along the canal as the site of our picnic. We ate the delicious sandwiches and then set about eating the perfectly ripe peaches that had been included . We were from Ireland at a time,the 60's. when fresh fruit was a rarity there and I had never eaten a peach before. It was a hot day and the peach was warm and juicy..I savoured every bite. My father, who was an extremely quiet and undemonstrative man was obviously carried away by the sun, the foreign ambience and the anticipation of biting into the luscious fruit. While my mother and I wolfed down the fruit, my father made a great production of producing his pocket knife and carefully peeling the peach. As he raised the golden orb to his mouth his juice slicked fingers squeezed a little too hard and the magnificent morsel popped from his grasp and landed on the graveled bank of the canal. Anticipation morphed instantaneously into anger as he aimed a kick at the peach that sent it arcing into the canal.
Of course my mother and I were very amused by this and we were cruel enough to laugh but though the peach was lost my father's presence is with me whenever I savour a sun warmed peach.
(That was an amazing trip in general, we also got a breakfast buffet at the resort that normally cost $16 USD per person daily. We got huge trays that waiters carry plates on and filled up plates and plates with fresh fruit, omlettes from their fresh omlette bar, muffins, juices, etc. and brought the trays up to our room to eat on the balcony overlooking the ocean).
