The hairy raspberry
Had a hungry day today – which happened to coincide with an office meeting next door that had a veritable buffet in the break room. I tried the ‘I’ll just take half a donut, and some fruit’ route – but that didn’t last long. Half a donut and some fruit is an appetizer really.
I traveled back for another half a donut and some more fruit.
Whilst in a sugar stupor, I stared at the raspberries on my plate and wondered “why do they have hair?”
My first thought was, ‘oh – maybe to ward off pests and small critters from nibbling them while they’re growing’. But that hardly seemed a fair hand dealt by nature for the poor, defenseless, bald blueberries on my plate!
I obsess over things like this. I do. Anything I don’t know I HAVE to know.
In a moment of quiet at my desk, I guiltily Googled ‘why do raspberries have hair?’. (A sentence I never thought I’d type).
Well! It’s to help them seed. They are the remnants of the pistils, the female portion of the flower. Big let down. I wanted them to have some really bizarre secret life or something.
I didn’t wonder anything about my sandwich or chips. Didn’t wonder much about the Raisinets I wolfed down after my initial sugar high dissipated either.
Pretty sure I’m skipping dinner.
Posted on October 9, 2012, in Humor, My Favorites, Uncategorized and tagged google, hungry day, obsess, pistils, raspberry hair, sugar stupor. Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.
i love coming home and reading your posts ❤
Aw! Thanks I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. I think I have all the deep, depressing ones out of the way! LOL! x
Let’s not even go there with peach fuzz and kiwi whiskers, which I think are as creepy as hairy raspberries. I love them anyway. 🙂
lol! Kiwi whiskers! Oof! I hate how they come off on the fingers …
this post can be awesome for hungry person 🙂
Ha! Yes – even as I typed I would skip dinner, I knew I’d be picking at the salmon I made. 😉
its a big fortune to have an awesome cook as a wife 😀 your partner is so lucky 😉
No partner, but since my son needs feeding, I can’t just make cereal for dinner as I would like 😉
😦 so you’re single mom. How old is your son who needs feeding?
17. There’s lots of posts all about the single mom thing. But today – all hail the hairy raspberry!
oh you told me about him before, and I misunderstood this time that you had a one or two year old son. Your son is so lucky to have a sweet mom and a tasty cook 🙂