The Girl Child loves strawberries. I bought some that were just the perfect type of ripe and they looked fantastic. Normally, I would rinse them off, trim the tip and allow The Girl Child to eat them whole. She does not like it when they’re cut up. This time, I decided that we were going to share a bowl. Since I prefer to have them cut and being The Mama trumps all, I did some slicing and dicing. Then I noticed a tiny hole in one strawberry. Very strange looking, indeed. I sliced a little more to try to cut it out.
Eww! EWW! We’re talking about the bile in your throat kind of eww.
It’s a worm! A live, wiggling worm in the strawberry that was about to go into my mouth!! WTF?! I didn’t even know worms did that to strawberries. Apples. Yes. Strawberries. No.
I couldn’t even begin to describe how repulsed I was by this find. I do not like surprises. I especially do not like live, wiggling surprises in my food.
Yet, I managed to work through my revulsion and decided that this worm was fascinating enough that I should take a few pics. While I was in the process of doing that, the Girl Child investigated the situation. Was she as disgusted as her Mama? Nope. She was happily chirping about the cute little “caterpillar” and how lucky we were to have come across it in our strawberry. It was as if she had won the lotto. {A tiny side note about The Girl Child: She loves all living things. Sensitive Heart. Inquisitive Mind. She adores animals. And not just the cute, furry kind that Mama prefers.} She wanted to know if she could place it outside. I said no and then, since the photography session was over and my model was no longer needed, promptly chucked the thing into the sink, rinsed it down the drain, and started the disposal.
The Girl Child frantically asked, “Why are you doing that? Are you trying to kill it?”
I know. Please feel free to nominate me for the worst mother of the year award. But, yes, I was trying to kill it. I mean, c’mon, aside from the fact that it was a totally gross surprise, this little wormy might have very well ruined my love of strawberries. From this day forward, each and every time I bite into a strawberry, I’ll be wondering if any of his kind will be hiding in the midst of the yummy juiciness.
And, you will be too, won’t you?
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2 comments:
In my house, the boy would have totally picked it up and eaten it by the time I could have grabbed the camera!
I once ate half a moldy cheese curd before I actually looked at it, and I couldn't eat them for four years.
I am now putting this photo and post out of my head, because if you ruined strawberries for me, I will cry.
I can't eat cheese curds. Period. Moldy or not. The sound of the words churn my stomach. You're much braver than me. I'm sure you'll be eating strawberries in no time.
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