In my mind’s eye, I see large pontoon barges with massive metal nets suspended between the pontoons moored in Mumbai harbor as conveyor belts load fresh cucumbers into the nets. When loaded, the pontoon barges are connected like floating trailers behind container ships bound for America. Dragged through salt brine for thousands of miles, they arrive at the pickle dock at Seattle or Portland or Long Beach, or San Diego, and are stuffed into bottles by immigrant ladies who wear hairnets, and heavy white rubber aprons and boots.
Like fishermen ("watermen" where I live)...er, -women! Here's a little nugget I found from a 2018 McD's page:
Our tomatoes are grown in Holland and Spain, and occasionally Morocco as a back-up. It all depends on the season. The tomatoes are then prepared by our supplier in Wisbech, Cambs. Our fresh onions are sourced and processed from Holland, whilst our lettuce is predominantly sourced from the UK in spring and summer, and Spain in autumn and winter. However, there is also a small percentage of lettuce that comes from Holland and France. Like the tomatoes, the cucumber we use is sourced from Spain and Holland, depending on the season, and the cucumbers used to make our dill pickles primarily come from Turkey.
Okay, so there’s a really small chance that Al may have ever so slightly resembled the prof, but shouldn’t that be a point of pride, instead of petty vindictiveness?
I still sport two large ears, my last two btw, that in these my twilight years look like a couple of hamsters have found a home.
Now for some self pity. All my life, it’s been the same old story about being persecuted for my art. When I was in high school, a friend was running for student body president and asked me to be his campaign manager. Being a campaign manager means putting the spotlight on your candidate, so I made some posters on his behalf. My favorite was of an elderly woman, modestly dressed, holding a girdle in one hand. Beneath the picture, I wrote “Ed Needs Your Support!” We placed it next to the library entrance, which also happened to be across the hall from the principal’s office.
Ed handily won the election, but all I got was a conversation in the principal’s office about the fine line between humor and vulgarity. To this day, I don’t know what he was talking about.
I was just starting to understand the dust-to-dust thing, and now you go throwing in the pickles. Life in the 21st century has gotten so confusing.
Like, wow?
Genius is so often misunderstood. I will never see pickles the same way again.
Are yours from India, too?
In my mind’s eye, I see large pontoon barges with massive metal nets suspended between the pontoons moored in Mumbai harbor as conveyor belts load fresh cucumbers into the nets. When loaded, the pontoon barges are connected like floating trailers behind container ships bound for America. Dragged through salt brine for thousands of miles, they arrive at the pickle dock at Seattle or Portland or Long Beach, or San Diego, and are stuffed into bottles by immigrant ladies who wear hairnets, and heavy white rubber aprons and boots.
Like fishermen ("watermen" where I live)...er, -women! Here's a little nugget I found from a 2018 McD's page:
Our tomatoes are grown in Holland and Spain, and occasionally Morocco as a back-up. It all depends on the season. The tomatoes are then prepared by our supplier in Wisbech, Cambs. Our fresh onions are sourced and processed from Holland, whilst our lettuce is predominantly sourced from the UK in spring and summer, and Spain in autumn and winter. However, there is also a small percentage of lettuce that comes from Holland and France. Like the tomatoes, the cucumber we use is sourced from Spain and Holland, depending on the season, and the cucumbers used to make our dill pickles primarily come from Turkey.
https://www.mcdonalds.com/gb/en-gb/help/faq/where-do-mcdonald-s-source-its-vegetables-from--and-are-they-organic.html
Our hamburgers are less xenophobic than we are!
There's always a laugh hidden somewhere.
I don’t know what the assignment was, but I think maybe the teacher failed to see both the humor and the incredible creativity in this !
Okay, so there’s a really small chance that Al may have ever so slightly resembled the prof, but shouldn’t that be a point of pride, instead of petty vindictiveness?
LOL - I knew there was some piece of the puzzle missing. Still, I'd double down on my sense of humor comment.
Do you still have two ears???! 😃
I still sport two large ears, my last two btw, that in these my twilight years look like a couple of hamsters have found a home.
Now for some self pity. All my life, it’s been the same old story about being persecuted for my art. When I was in high school, a friend was running for student body president and asked me to be his campaign manager. Being a campaign manager means putting the spotlight on your candidate, so I made some posters on his behalf. My favorite was of an elderly woman, modestly dressed, holding a girdle in one hand. Beneath the picture, I wrote “Ed Needs Your Support!” We placed it next to the library entrance, which also happened to be across the hall from the principal’s office.
Ed handily won the election, but all I got was a conversation in the principal’s office about the fine line between humor and vulgarity. To this day, I don’t know what he was talking about.
No way that got an F!
Yes way. It got an F.
We artists are always misunderstood in our own time, but there will come a generation who will see this for what it is.
I see your art. I feel your art.
Blessed be thy pickles.
Ummm, thank you, I think.
It’s an age old question: why do bad things happen to good art?