I am taking two online courses this summer. One has to do with cell-phones and the other with twitter, facebook, my space, and you tube. I kind of figured since I could not beat them...I would utilize them. In one of the classes for orientation week we had to write about the weirdest lunchroom food we had ever experienced....mine was prune-ghetti. Once when I DID eat in our school cafeteria one of the teachers pulled a whole prune out of her spaghetti....talk about gross....I think that was the last time I ate in the lunchroom. Our superintendent was a man with a dry sense of humor and he dubbed it prune-ghetti, talked to the lunchroom manager about it, found out why she used it (it is a filler), and discontinued the practice. That was the weirdest food story I used for my class....but as I sat here reliving the prune-ghetti incident it made me remember a time many moons ago...when I was in elementary school at Belvedere in West Palm Beach. I DO NOT eat lima beans....green, speckled, white....I don't care for the taste or the consistency they have in my mouth....and one Friday we had fish sticks(large Catholic population in our school), peaches, succotash (lima beans, corn, and carrots)....I ATE the corn and carrots....I love those veggies...and after I had finished my milk, put the lima beans in the container....so I would have a happy plate and get an ice cream sandwich later. One of the little girls in my class (and I do not remember who)....told my teacher about my action. She walked along the tables checking our plates and stopped when she got to mine....picked up the carton....shook it....poored the now milky limas back on my tray and made me eat them....as they were....covered in milk. I gagged and gagged and cried and cried....but had to sit there....until each bean was eaten. The teacher told me if I threw up she would get more and I would have to eat them....I have HATED lima beans since that day. I was so glad when I became and adult....and did not have to eat the veggies I did not like. I was also glad when I became a teacher....because I meant that no child was ever going to have to be subjected to that kind of treatment! When I was younger my mom would always make me TRY foods....one bite. It was ok if I didn't like them....she didn't like squash....but my dad loved it....so she fixed it a lot during the summer...and she always tried one bite . One day....she discovered her tastes had changed and she actually liked squash.....I like squash too.....but I still don't like limas. She always made me try liver too (I was anemic)....liver stinks! I always tried it.....and still don't like it. There is not enough ketchup in this world to make me like liver. Frank loves livers....and my motto is....if he wants them....we can go eat somewhere that serves them....hello KFC! Livers are gross...period. Funny thing....I will eat fish almost anyway you can serve it...(except whole), I will eat veggies steamed, raw, cooked, in casseroles...there are not many I don't like. I love okra....but fried only....please don't boil it or put it in stew....it is slimy....and gross. I have tried escargot (not a fan....just tried).....but as for lima beans....give me the liberty to not have to eat the things if I don't want to....give me green beans, pintos or black eyed peas, sugar peas, or any other kind of pea/bean....just keep your limas to yourself. Hope you have a wonderful Monday.....it is going to be another scorcher here!
I am a woman who wears many hats and loves them all. I am a singer - I sing with the group Still Magnolias. I was part of the original First United Methodist Church Arbor Praise Team until we moved. After 24+ years of teaching English 11 and Spanish I - II at Benjamin Russell High School I decided to take a job closer to home. I now teach Spanish I & 2 at Randolph Co. High School and Wadley. I thought I was getting close to retirement and looking forward to it, but decided to move my cheese and try something different. I am a preacher's wife and a preacher myself. My husband Frank is the pastor at Rock Mills United Methodist Church and I am the pastor at Midway (Wedowee). It has made our conversations interesting, to say the least.