Half-Truths and Bald-Faced Hornets
I always wonder about folks who chuckle when I tell them how many prunes we eat if allowed. I think there is really no limit to how many dried prunes we could consume if we have them. But the chuckle part, you know, the R word…regularity, always gives me pause. We never can tell any difference when we are eating prunes. Dried or not.
I guess the association with old people eating stewed prunes to promote regularity is a well know half-truth. I would say maybe more vegetables and fruits of any kind would probably promote just as much regularity.
Italian prunes have to probably be one of my favorite fruits, when we have a good crop we dry as many as we are able to, and freeze some too for galettes and crisps.
The Bald-faced hornets and Yellow jackets seem to have the same penchant for prunes that I do, since yesterday I spent my time on the ladder picking prunes amidst the buzzing beasts. All in all it was pretty laid back though, due to the fact that many of them were imbibing in the fermenting fruits that fell in the rain. A good time was had by all. I think we all feel the crush of fall and impending winter coming. Lost in my little prune world yesterday I imagined the wind whispering through the leaves telling me to hurry, scurry and lay in more stores.
“Winter’s coming, winter’s coming.”
“I’m hurrying and scurrying as fast as I can.”