Thirsty Thursday: 'Suddenly there’s tinsel bursting out of every orifice'
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law.
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law
THIRSTY THURSDAY 28
Maybe today is going to be the day that I indulge in sharing a soothing, short List of Things I Hate because I have succumbed to the mystery illness that has beplagued my whare (aka not Covid but what the fuck is it then Carol? Is it a space illness? Is it Cholera, Carol?).
So instead of watching the US election coverage while drinking beer and eating hot dogs and shouting at the reporters and their odd faces I am lying prone on the couch with my proper pillows and sipping water like a Victorian lady with the vapours.
I also feel very time warpy, as when I took to my bed on Sunday night the weather was a bit cold and it had been stormy and now it seems like Spring has turned up late to the party with two warm Long Whites while everyone else is either cataclysmically drunk, having a tearful D&M in the kitchen or has long since gone home. I’ve come over all Rip Van Winkle and now suddenly there’s tinsel bursting out of every orifice and I have a Christmas song stuck in my head.
I’m making an effort to be less Grinchette this year, mainly because Grinch-ness wasn’t part of my vocabulary as a child or even young person - we weren’t huge on Dr Seuss in my house and it was less Green Eggs and Ham and more Dick, Fanny and lashings of ginger beer. But just because the yuletide freaks me the shit out doesn’t mean I have to be perverse about it and be a horrible old meanie who doesn’t put a tree up until the last minute and who doesn’t enjoy the hellscape of capitalism and the horror of figuring out what to buy people.
Much like other things I’m not fond of doing, I’ll just focus on the kai. Tomatoes (truss tomatoes, no less) have just hovered around the $6/kg mark, telegraph cucumbers are around $2.
I’ve bought strawberries twice and told the children to eat them up before they go, which they greedily, gratifyingly do. I love fresh things and things that go crunch in the bite.
Just as I am so gleeful in celebrating Matariki with proper winter fare I am pledging to make the upcoming festivities about the wonderful abundant fresh good things that are arriving in shops, at least until democracy fails. But it’s obscenely early to be talking about all this! Results won’t be in for a week or so.