Thursday, March 23, 2006

Bad Cucumber and Pheasant Tards

My friend Jan Peder just dropped by for some computer maintenance. He told us a story from the war years in the 1940s, when his sister was a little girl. A banana boat had managed to reach Stockholm, and the Red Cross bought a load of fruit for a fund-raising event. People would buy an uncommonly expensive banana and take it home to their kids.

When JP's parents came home with their banana, they woke his sister to let her have her first taste of the exotic delicacy. She wasn't impressed. "Bad cucumber" was her verdict.

JP is full of stories. He told us another one about his father, who was once invited to a Cheney-style pheasant tard hunt. Domesticated pheasants would be released in a copse shortly before the hunt, and then the so-called hunters would go after the bewildered cultivars with shotguns. JP's dad would have none of that. He responded to the invitation with a counter-invitation to come to his stately home at Näsby and do some shooting in the chicken coop.

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Anonymous martha said...

(laughing) Bad cucumber?!? Did your friend say if the banana was ripe? Because if not, that might be an entirely appropriate description, down to the color.

24 March, 2006 17:42  
Blogger Martin said...

The state of the cucumber banana's ripeness is lost in the mists of time.

24 March, 2006 17:45  

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