civilized ku # 2606 / ku # 1275 ~ if haste makes waste, what does waste make?
When the wife and I arrived at Rist Camp, it would have been impossible to ignore the apple trees - long unattended - behind the camp. Some apples had fallen on the ground and our main concern was to park the cars in spots where apples wouldn't fall on them. Eating them was not even on the radar.
Fast forward to my good friend Robert - a professional chef in NYC - showing up and what appeared to the wife and me as "bad apples" turned into some very galumptious applesauce. During the same week as Robert's visit, the wife's good friend, Ann (from Denver), was also visiting and, lo and behold, the next thing we know we're all savoring some of her equally galumptious apple crisp made from the same "bad apples".
Just goes to show how there are some amongst us who have the vision to turn shit into shinola.
Reader Comments (1)
To "turn shit into shinola" certainly is easier if shit isn't shit, aka. if the seeing eye/the tasting tongue gets beyond the surface of things.
In the case of eating, here it was this part of sentence "the apple trees - long unattended" that made me think: It might well be that these apple trees are descendants of rare sorts, opposite to the 3 to 5 probably gene-manipulated standard sorts you get everywhere. At least that would have been the case in EU-Europe, where you aren't allowed to sell off-standard fruits any more.
And the analogon to photography: Some picture takers/makers look harder and discover the visual gold under an unattractive surface.