Housekeeping Notes
Wherein Our
Heroine Goes off the Annual Deep End.
Yes, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. No, I
will not be posting. Go! Enjoy your holiday! Eat lots of whatever will put
you into a stupor! But please, if you value your life,
please
do not subject me to The Sweet Potato
Script(TM).
What? You don't know about
The Sweet Potato Script? Okay, here it
goes:
The Sweet Potato
Players: me and Someone Else who Normally Knows
Better.
The Sweet Potato
Scene: a holiday table, laden with dishes of vast
variety.
The
Script:
[O.H. passes sweet
potatoes without taking
any]
S.E.N.K.B. Oh, don't you
want any sweet
potatoes?
O.H. No thank
you.
S.E.N.K.B. Are you
sure?
O.H. Yes, I am sure.
Thank you.
S.E.N.K.B. [In a
voice that suggests that refusing sweet potatoes is unthinkable madness] Are
you
sure?
O.H. Yes,
I am sure. I don't like sweet
potatoes.
S.E.N.K.B. Oh, but
you haven't tried
these
sweet potatoes!
As if my
dislike for sweet potatoes was not about the vegetable itself, but the recipe.
It is here that Our Heroine commences her annual battle with gibbering lunacy.
Yes! I did try it! I didn't like it! I do not like them with a marshmallow, I
do not like them with a walnut, I do not like them in a soufflé, I would
not like them in a chair, I do not want them in my hair, I do not LIKE them,
Sam-I-Am!
There are other
unusual dislikes out there that somehow do not merit this treatment. Our Hero
does not like chocolate. At most, this preference on his part elicits a raised
eyebrow and a, "More for me!" attitude. Other people don't like tomatoes, or
bell peppers, or marzipan. All of these are passed over with the mildest of
shrugs. But my dislike of sweet potatoes is somehow tantamount to High Holiday
Treason.
Go ahead, shoot me.
Just please don't subject me to The Script again.
Posted: Wednesday - November 24, 2004 at 08:25 AM
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