Please Don’t Eat The Daisies*
Seriously – you’ll regret it.
Last night I met up with my friend, Gil, for dinner. The plan was to go to his place in great-outer suburbia and have a barbecue. He picked me up at 6PM in a sweltering Davis Square and drove me to his house in Stoneham. I must say, Gil takes landscaping to an all new level. His entire lawn is strewn with cherry trees, raspberries, blackberries, blueberries, zuchinni, yellow squash, tomato and assorted flowers and bushes. It was quite beautiful.
For dinner, he had marinated some chicken the night before. Other than that, all other food was grown in his yard (beans, zuchini and yellow squash). For a salad, we walked into the front yard and he explained that certain flowers are edible. So, he picked choice buds from various areas, rinsed them off and we had them for the salad.
It was a lovely looking salad filled with yellows and purples. It even tasted great, too – kind of like a somewhat sweet lettuce. We follwed that with the grilled marinated chicken and vegetables. As we finished eating, some large thunderstorms passed through – cooling things off quite nicely. We were having a great time.
And then it hit me. Apparently, my body is not used to eating flowers (particularly in such quantities, I’m sure). I’m not going to go into any gory details, but let’s just say that when I got home I weighed myself on my scale and I was 5 pounds lighter than when I weighed myself in the morning. I guess my Mom was right – I really must be full of shit.
Anyway, I beg of you, please, don’t eat the daisies.
*That was my nice Doris Day movie reference for those of you who are homosexually-impaired.
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first,a posting about your flatulence issues, and now a posting about diaherrea and daisies. your postings about bodily functions are starting to freak me out….are you not getting enough fiber?
Actually, I think I may be getting too much fiber. Still, I tried to keep this posting as pleasant as possible…with no details of gastro-intestinal discomfort or function.
Oh, Karl…I love when you share things.
What I want to know is were the flower fragrant? (take that as you will?) 🙂
*rolls eyes*
Don’t Eat the Daisies was a novel before Doris Day got her virginal hands on it. David Niven was in the movie, too.
Ben
Don’t Eat the Daisies was a novel before Doris Day got her virginal hands on it. David Niven was in the movie, too.
Ben
Don’t Eat the Daisies was a novel before Doris Day got her virginal hands on it. David Niven was in the movie, too.
Ben
I really didn’t mean to post twice!
Ben
Oi! Well, somethings never really change. Now, even the world is aware of your intestinal woes. LOL!
Silly, don’t ever be so trusting of nature!
And, always trust in Doris.
When I stop laughing, maybe I will be able to post something witty…holy God….LOL…
I’ve eaten flowers in salad and loved it… really elegant. But I can see it might not be for everyone :D.