Pot Roasts, Parking Meters, Pomegranates and Potholes

Walrus and carpenter

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“The time has come the walrus said to talk of many things; of shoes – and ships- and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings – and why the sea is boiling hot – and whether pigs have wings.”  Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

First – Pot Roasts.   Wednesday is my day for my family at Paekakariki some 45 kms north of Wellington.

For all you readers out there the American writer Leon Uris was stationed as a marine in Paekakariki during World War II. He drew on his experiences there when writing his first novel Battle Cry.

So  I pick up my eldest grandson from school and we spend the next few hours socializing until his parents come home.  When he is not being a typical teenager and answering all questions monosyllabically (is this a word?)  he is quite entertaining to be with.  His younger brother is away at boarding school furthering his hopes of becoming a football star.

I make dinner for the family and today I have decided on a pot roast.  This is an old favorite Pot roastfrom my childhood.  And I found this great, really simple, easy recipe.  Apart from the beef, I had everything else on hand so it was a snip.

I used it at the weekend for the other part of the family and it was lauded as a great success.

Then parking meters. In our City we have both parking meters and pay and display parking areas. Parking meters

Now I know that there is a reason behind these abominations – other that is than a great revenue source for the local council.  It does allow parking spaces in town to be more available for more people but…why is it that whenever I find a vacant meter I don’t have change to put into the dashed thing?  At least with the pay and display areas one can use a credit card to pay.

And yesterday I went into the supermarket and was regaled with a bright display of pomegranates.  This was a really cheerful sight on a winter’s day.Pomegranates  I remember as child struggling with the seeds.  Do you know that inside a pomegranate there are about 700-800 tightly packed seed casings that are deep red in color when nicely ripe?

Having bought a couple I was faced with what to do with them.  So I went to YouTube and found this video on how to seed a pomegranate.

And so to potholes.  I don’t know about where you live but we are besieged with potholes on our footpaths.  They can be quite dangerous and I saw a woman twist her ankle in one a short time ago.

When my number three grandson was a baby and I was carrying him, I tripped on a pothole and yes, dropped the child.  Fortunately, and I guess subconsciously/unconsciously, I cradled his head as he fell.  He was totally unscathed as confirmed by the doctor but Granma was another story.

And many moons ago, when I still jogged, I was out one day and fell down a pothole.  A passing motorist picked me up and took me home.  My daughter always tells the story with the punchline that “it’s one way to get a man’s attention”.

So the point of this is that today we have a gang of men in our road filling in the potholes.  Somebody must have complained to the Council.  They are good at responding to complaints so thanks to whoever it was that called them.

Red tulipsAnd to continue the “P” theme – here’s a posy to brighten your day whether it is spring or winter where you are.  I just couldn’t resist these tulips yesterday in the supermarket.  they are obviously produced in a hot-house (it’s too cold outside here now) but they reminded me of spring and so I had to have them.

“Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay – Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.”
– Charles Kingsley, 1819 – 1875, English priest of the Church of England, university professor, historian and novelist.


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20 responses to “Pot Roasts, Parking Meters, Pomegranates and Potholes

  1. Fun post, Judith…I’ve done several posts with alliterative titles…P is particularly popular!

    I’m also distantly related to Charles Kingsley on my mom’s side…

    Wendy

  2. In USA we have “pot hole” mayors This means that within 48 hours of a citizens notification that pot hole is filled, that street light is replaced , the park has that extra bench and another trees is planted on your street. In exchange the mayor gets to steal the city blind, hire his cronies at exorbitant salaries and rent a Bentley at tax payer expense and no one cares. And he gets reelected repeatedly because he fixed the pot hole within 48 hours.

  3. Those potholes are bad on the tires !! I could smell the pot roast,one of my favorite meals. Lovely post !! Like the photos- !

  4. Thanks Penny. I just love alliterations. Will do some more when I can think of something.
    Thanks for coming by.

  5. I pronounce this a positively perfect pot, pom and posey perfect!

  6. OK, I’m off to try the pomegranate technique. I will let you know if my kitchen doesn’t look like I’ve just skinned a cat!!

  7. P for pretty good post. The pot roast looks so delicious and the pomegranate refreshing. I just tried the juice but after your post I need to try the fruit.

  8. A great way to get the pomegranate out of its skin (sounds painful, doesn’t it?) but then you’ve got the problem of how to get the fruit away from the seeds. I don’t know about you but I don’t like the taste of liquidised seeds. Me, I like to eat them like I did as a kid, I just nibble each and every bit of fruit surrounding each and every seed! It’s messy, yep, it stains my fingers, yep, but it’s fun and tasty!

    Pot holes… they’re everywhere. I think they’re a fact of life. Wherever there are roads, there are potholes. Sorry you fell in one… though it does remind me of a scene from a Brit comedy with Dawn French avoiding someone by jumping feet first into a muddy pot hole and vanishing completely into the mud, only to come up again so muddy that she looks like some weird monster!

    Great post, Judith! Made me smile. 🙂

    • Glad to hear from you Val. I hope this means you are on the mend.
      And yes, that’s the way we always ate pomegranates when we were kids. I was just trying to be a little grown up.

  9. Loved reading about all the “p’s” today. You must have been frantic when you dropped your grandson. Show you how resilient children are.

    • Yes it was awful. After the doctor we took the child on to creche. My daughter told them that I had dropped the child and not to be surprised if I called several times during the afternoon to check on him – which of course, I did.

  10. I must be in a brain fog – didn’t realize the theme was P until the end…when you Pointed it out.

  11. Love the letter P. Perfectly posted in position.
    And don’t worry about the brain fog – it too will pass

  12. So alliterative, Judith! Thanks for sharing the verse by Charles Kingsley – he described it perfectly. -Martie

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