“Do you like persimmons?”
There are many food adventures in Prince George. Our fair consists of vinegar based barbecue, pizza, subs, and other Americanized Italian cuisine. You know, heavy on pasta and light on roasted veggies and meat. Yes, here and there is fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and collards.
To date, my only food mystery occurred one Fall morning on Old Stage Road. Ahead I noticed something on the center line. I feared it was an injured animal. As I approached it didn’t move and as I drew closer, I realized it was a rotisserie chicken still in its domed supermarket container. Hmmm. Lots of interesting questions there.
This week I have had another questionable food adventure. Approaching Ft. Lee via the Golf Course gate, I noticed that the guard was rubbing something against his vest. I handed him my military ID through the card window and noticed that the orange thing in his hand was not an orange. He looked at my ID, then at me, asked whether I liked persimmons. I told him I didn’t know. So he handed me what I now know is a persimmon and said Happy Thanksgiving.
I am contemplating the persimmon and the possible reason he would have for holding a persimmon while on duty.
Never look a gift horse in the mouth or in this case a persimmon bearing guard.
You are probably right. Context is overrated.