So we know a hole is a space that once had matter present, e.g., a hole dug in order to plant something.
Or it’s a purposeful space, e.g., nostrils.
If we accept that holes are intangible objects that we cannot actually hold in our hands, how do we explain this? 
Just sayin’. πΉ
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RDP ~ HOLE
Tag: food
Plaintive Plantains
Yes, I know plantains are not bananas, but are members of the banana family. I’ve tried eating one on its own so I learned the hard way.
Nonetheless, I needed a creative literary sounding title to sum up this situation at the supermarket, hence the title.
A supermarket with a sense of humour is just the thing in the shops today.
Have a great weekend!
RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ SHOP
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Smirk
Krispy Kremes… love them or avoid them.
But how, I wonder, exactly does one eat a hole?
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RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ SMIRK
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I Wander, I Wonder … #5
Edinburgh, Scotland, may not be as populated as Glasgow, but it does boast some famous historical sites.
This is the faΓ§ade of the Scottish National War Museum at Edinburgh Castle. Doesn’t it look like a winged, horned creature out of a fantasy book?
Lovely stained glass as seen from within the museum.
A cemetery for dogs of soldiers.
Lunch at the Edinburgh Castle Tea Rooms.
The washrooms at Doune Castle are tucked away in this cottage at a corner of the castle grounds.
Have a wonderful day!
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Hard To Swallow
I’ve swallowed pills and tablets of every colour chemistry can conjure up.
I’ve swallowed gruesome liquids in colours that defy description.
I’ve swallowed food the wrong way.
I’ve swallowed my pride.
I’ve swallowed my words.
I’ve even swallowed a tall tale or two.
But I absolutely, totally, 100% refuse to swallow Bird’s Nest Soup.
Why? Because it is, literally, the nest of a species of the swift (Aerodramus fuciphagus). A swift is not the same as a swallow, but as the Chinese word for the swift and the swallow is yen (η), I’m taking the liberty of dove-tailing the two.
Back to the nest. Yes, nest – a bird’s home for laying eggs and bringing up baby birds. This nest, unfortunately for this particular swift, is made of its saliva and shaped like if you cupped one hand, and sized about 8cm across.
The nests can be found high up in caves in parts of Malaysia, Thailand and even Bali. Once it was discovered that these nests were edible, hunters climbed up to pry the nests loose; if harvested before eggs are laid or hatched, they were clean and easy enough to prep for sale. Because it is a lucrative business, artificial nesting boxes are now used to farm even more nests.
It is believed that consuming the nests is good for health, beauty and longevity. Indeed, it is a delicacy served at auspicious occasions like birthdays and Mother’s Day. I’m not sure anyone realises the supreme irony of destroying a mother’s home in order to gift it to another mother.
Today, the nests can be bought in bottles and gift packs, ready-cooked in rock sugar, honey or any variation of sweet or savoury preparations. The biggest importers are said to be the US, China and Hong Kong, where a bowl of Bird’s Nest Soup can cost up to US$100.
I was offered this soup while on a tour in Thailand and did think it looked intriguing. It resembled a bowl of translucent jelly-like oatmeal. Then I asked what it was …
Nope, didn’t touch it then, and still not touching it now. It’s not the saliva that I find hard to swallow; it’s the fact that it’s somebody’s home.
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DAILY PROMPT ~ SWALLOW
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Teatime Treat ~ Act of Kindness #14
The doorbell rang just moments ago as I was happily reading.
There stood my neighbour, Mr C, with a box. After our usual pleasantries, he held out the box (it’s the one in the picture) and said it was for my family’s tea.
I was quite bewildered. Did I forget somebody’s birthday? Anniversary? Was somebody celebrating something else I had forgotten?
“No, no. We ordered some macarons from this online baker that my wife likes. So she got an extra box for you all. Enjoy!”
Wow!
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DAILY PROMPT ~ WONDER
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Soul Food ~ Act of Kindness #13
It was barely 9:00 am and it was already one of those mornings. The printer had a mysterious paper jam that nobody could find, the photocopier had run out of toner but nobody knew where the spare was and if there was one, the discussions were frustratingly unproductive … you know, those mornings.
Then the message came for us to head to the break room. Our automatic response was: what else had gone wrong now?
Turned out: nothing.
One of our colleagues had brought trays of muffins in various flavours and wanted us all to partake before they all got cold. And he (yes, he) had also refreshed the coffee makers so the first cups were on the way. The man had woken up early to bake because he felt it was ‘the right day’.
He was a tad late for work but nobody minded, not even the boss. He had completely turned the day around with one giving, gracious gesture. Thank you.
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Buffet Line ~ Act of Kindness #11
Some years ago, I sustained an injury that required walking temporarily with a cane for balance and support. With my usual impeccable sense of timing, I was booked on a cruise that would be sailing during this recovery period.
I had two obvious choices – cancel or proceed with cane. The family (and the doctor) felt a cruise was leisurely enough for me to manage, provided I was careful during embarking and disembarking. So off we went.
My movements were slower than I would have liked and stairs were unfriendly obstacle courses, but the relaxed atmosphere made mobility less of an issue than I had feared. Until the buffet line.
I don’t remember how I ended up separated from the family but there I stood before the row of serving dishes, wondering how I would hold onto my cane, my plate and dish my food.
“Did you want the chicken or the beef?”
Young Lady Passenger spoke from behind me, smiling cheerfully. “Chicken? If you pass me your plate, I’ll get it for you.”
I remember staring at her, startled into silence. She must have thought I was really, really slow. Which I was, obviously, in more ways than one.
“What else, Auntie? You want veggies? Pasta?”
I protested that I could manage and that she should get her own food but, nope. She heaped my plate, and then left the line to carry the plate all the way to my seat.
I have never forgotten that act of kindness and unselfishness. If you happen to be reading this, know that I remain extremely humbled and grateful. Thank you.
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