Why Can’t I?

When I was a wee innocent child, I was a picky eater. Shut up–yes, I’m making up for lost time, ha ha.

ANYWAY, I would refuse to eat salad, especially in restaurants. I focused on the purple bits as being particularly repellant. It was purple cabbage, of course, but my mother told me it was shredded orchid. She said that some poor man in a faraway country shinnied up a tall tree to harvest that for me. So I ate it.

Then, at Context this year, I learned that orchids really ARE edible! Why can’t I be right, even when I’m lying through my teeth? Is this my mother’s secret superpower?

At any rate, here is a link to a brief article about the edibility of orchids and here is a link to more than you ever wanted to know about edible orchids. You’re welcome.

WRITING PROMPT: What is a lie your main character’s parent or guardian told him or her about food?

MA

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I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Why Can’t I?

  1. Pamela L.

    August 31, 2011 at 12:04pm

    I came across edible orchids in my local Meijer store a few years ago and actually tried one. Not bad but I always preferred looking at flowers than eating them. šŸ™‚

    Heh. Purple is one of my favorite colors. So I’d eat purple cabbage. But beets? Now that’s another story…

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      Marian Allen

      August 31, 2011 at 12:45pm

      You and I are on the same cookbook page, Cousin! lol! The only beets I ever liked were in a borscht that I made myself. Usually–ICK!

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  2. L. Diane Wolfe

    August 31, 2011 at 1:10pm

    I don’t think I was picky about the color, but if it smelled funny, I didn’t touch it.

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      Marian Allen

      August 31, 2011 at 5:36pm

      Yeah, like broccoli. I love it now, but I wouldn’t eat anything that smelled like THAT when I was little!

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