This week’s RemembeRED prompt: write about your favorite fruit or vegetable.
Here is the problem with Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, which is otherwise one of the best children’s books ever written: the lima beans. How can you “hate limas,” Alexander? How?
Lima beans are Easter food. Easter only. They’re part of that day’s required menu: ham, potatoes, black cherry salad, LIMA BEANS. (Brief aside: When my brother and sister-in-law were coordinating their first shared holidays, he told her our family does the same thing every year. “Oh,” she said, “So does mine. We have Christmas Eve at so-and-so’s house, or sometimes at my grandma’s, and we usually eat turkey.” “Sometimes? Usually?” he replied. “You don’t get it. My family does The. Same. Thing. Every. Year. It’s required.”)
So, the build-up to the lima beans is huge. I have been waiting, since last Easter, for these beans. I need the beans.
The best way is this: Scoop some lima beans onto your fork (the cream of mushroom sauce helps them stick together). Make sure you’ve got some of the bacon topping, then stab a square of ham onto the bottom.