Strawberries!
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osprey_archerWe have strawberries today.
The dining hall often has strawberries, but usually they’ve either gone mushy and pink and the seeds are blacked, or they’re still crunchy and half white around the top. Dining hall strawberries are an abomination. Any self-respecting deity would smite a follower who offered them.
But today there were good strawberries: bright red, the tops still green, the seeds still bright, firm and tender and juicy.
Sadly, I know no poems about strawberries. I’ve found a beautiful blackberry poem and a poem that takes nearly pornographic pleasure in the sensual aspects of the plum (no, really), but nothing about strawberries. Plums are a lascivious fruit, and it’s easier to write about earthly things than the divine, like strawberries.
In lieu of a poem, I will offer a description of that wonderful Kaylee/strawberry scene in the pilot episode of Firefly. (No! Don’t run away! Even if it’s a fandom post!)
This was the scene when I realized that I would like Kaylee. She really is as sweet, kind, and perky as she acts, which makes her wonderful instead of annoying.
You can tell because she becomes one with the strawberry. She takes one out of its little wooden box and stares at it with love before eating it—it’s so exquisite that it makes her eyelashes flutter—and the whole scene has soft lighting and warm colors like she’s standing swathed in the magical essence of strawberry.
Mmmm.
The dining hall had grapes too, dotted with condensation that glittered like sugar.
I really need to go home and start eating something approaching a balanced diet again. Waxing rhapsodic about fruit cannot be a good thing.
The dining hall often has strawberries, but usually they’ve either gone mushy and pink and the seeds are blacked, or they’re still crunchy and half white around the top. Dining hall strawberries are an abomination. Any self-respecting deity would smite a follower who offered them.
But today there were good strawberries: bright red, the tops still green, the seeds still bright, firm and tender and juicy.
Sadly, I know no poems about strawberries. I’ve found a beautiful blackberry poem and a poem that takes nearly pornographic pleasure in the sensual aspects of the plum (no, really), but nothing about strawberries. Plums are a lascivious fruit, and it’s easier to write about earthly things than the divine, like strawberries.
In lieu of a poem, I will offer a description of that wonderful Kaylee/strawberry scene in the pilot episode of Firefly. (No! Don’t run away! Even if it’s a fandom post!)
This was the scene when I realized that I would like Kaylee. She really is as sweet, kind, and perky as she acts, which makes her wonderful instead of annoying.
You can tell because she becomes one with the strawberry. She takes one out of its little wooden box and stares at it with love before eating it—it’s so exquisite that it makes her eyelashes flutter—and the whole scene has soft lighting and warm colors like she’s standing swathed in the magical essence of strawberry.
Mmmm.
The dining hall had grapes too, dotted with condensation that glittered like sugar.
I really need to go home and start eating something approaching a balanced diet again. Waxing rhapsodic about fruit cannot be a good thing.
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Date: 2008-06-08 02:32 am (UTC)oh that's no good. go eat!
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Date: 2008-06-08 03:06 am (UTC)