Carmen is a very picky eater. I made her some grits this morning and she complained that those grits had a funny taste to them. I tasted them and, to me, they tasted like normal.
They tasted like nothing at all except salt and butter.
As far as I can tell, salt and butter is the only taste grits ever has, but to Carmen these grits tasted "funny."
OK . . . . fine. Nobody can be asked to eat funny tasting grits, so we moved to some other options on the menu. Just yesterday I got one of those good looking cantaloupes Jeanie had grown in the Community Garden. I offered half of that cantaloupe to Carmen and, sure, she'd give it a shot. Cantaloupes are good and anything would be better then funny tasting grits.
Bingo! We have a winner!
Carmen was very please with that cantaloupe. She said it was better than any cantaloupe we ever bought from Kroger. Carmen was happy. When Carmen is happy, I am happy.
It will be a very good day today that starts off with Carmen being happy. I will forever be grateful for Jeanie's cantaloupes.
Please do not read anything into that statement that is not there to begin with. Here's pic of that cantaloupe,