Well, passion might possibly involve weenies, but then again…
This may be a rambling post, but I think I have a point, may…be.
I was considering the various incarnations of passion today; passion for one’s significant other, passion for one’s children and pets and extended family. Passion for political causes and religious beliefs or lack of religious beliefs. Passion for nature and wild animals and sporting events. Passion for life.
The truth is, passion contains love and hate, both great motivators, both the stuff of legend. Both at the very heart of story-telling.
I rarely inhabit that in-between space where one might find like or dislike, well, maybe there’s one thing - apple pie. My father is passionate about apple pie. It’s his favorite. I eat it to be polite, but if I never tasted another piece of apple pie for the rest of my life, I’d wouldn’t be sorry. I don’t hate apple pie, but its weight on my passion scale is about the same as a post-it note, maybe less.
As I drove through town today, avoiding tourists who insist upon turning the wrong way onto one-way streets, crossing in front of my car when I have a green light, swerving into my lane of traffic for no apparent reason, I was thinking I hate tourists with a passion, despite the fact that they bring money into our valley.
Then I got to wondering, what else do I hate? I mean besides my generic hatred of evil people.
I hate the mere sight of green peppers with such a grand passion that if I was Queen of the World I would ban the sale of green peppers until they ripen into red peppers. Yet I passionately love chilies of all colors, shapes, sizes and heat levels.
I hate jasmine tea.
I hate every chef who has ever used hibiscus tea as a flavoring in any dish, sweet or savory.
I hate Walmart because the mere act of entering the local store gives me an immediate panic attack.
Hate is a powerful word. Maybe I’m playing fast and loose with it. It’s not a word for weenies, but then, neither is love. Love is hard. People suffer for love or because of it or despite it.
You can hate someone and still be kind to them. You can love someone and be cruel. Interesting… I have no idea if I made any sense at all.
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You made sense.
I’ve wondered why jasmine rice is so lovely and jasmine tea so unpleasant?
Why is a good apple crisp with lots of butter and nuts mixed into the topping so good and most apple pie so boring?
These are the greater mysteries… lol
XXOO Kat
Oh Kat, how true! Jasmine rice is delightful while Jasmine tea is vile.
Thanks, Amber!
“I don’t hate apple pie, but its weight on my passion scale is about the same as a post-it note, maybe less.”
*snickergiggle*
*surprised blink*
*gigglesnort cough*
Um…yeah…dunno WHY that particular sentence tickled me, but it sure did. And I even share the ambivalence for apple pie (and don’t get me started on green peppers - I can’t even use a pan that’s cooked green peppers until it’s been thoroughly cleaned and dried, because I can still taste the pepper in the food I cook if I don’t - YUCK!)
You made sense to me, too…but given my penchant for the above mentioned quote, maybe you’d rather I had kept that to myself!
I like cooked green peppers, not passionately but I do. I like them raw but they don’t like me. There are few vegetables I do not like. I went through a phase with okra pickles once. I have never had cardoons. There are a few fruits: ground cherries (feh), a small type of Italian apple called sorbica, and probably Durian as I have been told it “tastes like ass.”
Wasn’t there a song “Cruel to be kind, in the right measure,” and “You always hurt the one you love.”
There is not much I hate with a passion. Civility is the foundation of society. When you visit all green peppers will be banned.
Uh, yeah, tourists. I live in Las Vegas, I definitely understand.
Kelly - I feel for you!
Oh Stephanie, cardoons are not worth the work and they are loaded with bugs.
Oh Tracy - you’ve given me my laugh for the day! I’m so glad I’m not alone in my detestation of green peppers! I can’t even look at them!
Funny you mention Walmart…I get anxiety the whole time I’m in that place.
Evie - Walmart gives me the heebie jeebies!
Apple cobbler. Apple pie always tastes…damp. The crust should be light and crispy and it’s always soggy. Yech.
I’ll tell you Anny, apple pie just doesn’t do a thing for me.
LoL. I have a long list of things I hate. My husband doesn’t even want to listen to me talk about things I hate anymore. I’ve never had jasmine tea but Jasmine rice is too awesome. I love apple pie, but apple turnovers are my weakness. I can definitely say I’m passionate about a good brownie. Meaning I can eat the entire batch before anyone else gets a bite
Have a great weekend Julia!
You have a great weekend too, Delilah. I know, my husband gets tired of me too! I’m always up for an extremely gooey brownie though!