The Best Thing Since……Sliced Bread
I love mangos but mangos don’t love me. They make you work hard so you can taste their sweet flesh. A couple of weeks ago some mangos were tempting me at the local supermarket. So I took one, thought about all the hard work, put it back on the shelf; pick it up again on my next round, put it back on the shelf again convincing myself that really it wasn’t worth the effort especially since I’m the only one at home really eating it.
The kids have inherited their dad's genes about eating fruits –ok except bananas and apples- and Jeff blame it on where he was raised (mid-west apparently didn’t have fruits in the 70’s, go figure!). Well as I was toying with the idea at the fruit section aisle of my local Coop; should I, shouldn’t I? the solution appeared right in from of my eyes (ok cleverly placed by some marketing guru)… a mango slicer.
Here’s what I think happen one day in the kitchen of the genius inventor. She was struggling, just like me, to ‘open’ her mango and then her husband (because in my book such an amazing invention must be the work of a woman) had just finished eating his apple (maybe the husband grew up in the mid west too and doesn’t like mango either… well lucky her on that day). So the husband just had finished eating his apple and of course he had left everything behind on the kitchen counter… and there it was, right in front of her eyes, the solution to her problem. She needed an apple slicer only bigger.
Problem solved… happy Celine!
The kids have inherited their dad's genes about eating fruits –ok except bananas and apples- and Jeff blame it on where he was raised (mid-west apparently didn’t have fruits in the 70’s, go figure!). Well as I was toying with the idea at the fruit section aisle of my local Coop; should I, shouldn’t I? the solution appeared right in from of my eyes (ok cleverly placed by some marketing guru)… a mango slicer.
Here’s what I think happen one day in the kitchen of the genius inventor. She was struggling, just like me, to ‘open’ her mango and then her husband (because in my book such an amazing invention must be the work of a woman) had just finished eating his apple (maybe the husband grew up in the mid west too and doesn’t like mango either… well lucky her on that day). So the husband just had finished eating his apple and of course he had left everything behind on the kitchen counter… and there it was, right in front of her eyes, the solution to her problem. She needed an apple slicer only bigger.
Problem solved… happy Celine!
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| Mangoes without the hard work... my life is complete! |
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