Roe your bread
I just sniggered earlier at myself
without mouthing the words that spoke out loudly in my head, “Silly me.” There
is a quick snack I like to make, getting wholemeal pitta bread and cutting it
into strips with a pair of scissors before warming the strips in the microwave oven
for a minute and depending on how much is left in the container and whether I
need to keep it for another serving, I dip the strips or use a table knife to
put taramasalata on
the strips and eat.
I first had this as an entrée (starter)
in a Greek restaurant probably 15 or so years ago, and it is good easy comfort
food with the contrasts of hot and cold, along with tangy and bland. I cannot
speak to its nutritious value, but it is Mediterranean and so, we can assume that
is good.
A laughing dog
Whilst the strips were being warmed in
the microwave oven, I had taken the container out of the fridge and laid it on my
coffee table, I then returned to the kitchen to get a table knife and I was
already in the living room when I realised, I had a spoon instead of a knife,
that is why I sniggered.
In the many times I do laugh at
myself, the thought of the dish that ran away with the spoon occurred to me
from the Hey Diddle
Diddle nursery rhyme, I can only wonder whoever wrote it must have
sniggered at the absurdity of it all, a cat a fiddle, a cow jumping over the
moon and the dish running away with the spoon. To the audience of one, the dog
that saw it all and laughed at the sport.
Knife and spoon
All that silliness inspired this as
first, I had one pitta that spooned taramasalata onto with a knife, as to have
knifed it onto the pitta would have given the impression of a stabbing, I guess
in this case, you spoon with a knife. Then the second pitta in strips was dipped
in the container as this was my third helping from the container and there wasn’t
much left to spoon.
I am surprised I picked up a spoon
from my cutlery tray in the kitchen drawer as the spoons are in the middle, the
knives to the right, the forks to the left and the teaspoons at the bottom. It
was neither a case of absentmindedness nor forgetfulness, more of a momentary
absence of awareness which triggered a feeling of mirth and without a cat, a
cow, or a dog to enter my circus of levity, I eventually walked away with a knife
and not a spoon.
Note: I could not find a rendition of
the nursery rhyme in the way I was taught, and I remember it, none of the
versions I heard on YouTube are remotely close to what I remember. I guess I need to get on with my piano lessons and play this out myself.