Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Orchids in the Mist

On my way to the subway from work I stopped at the Deathstar, which I'm going to have to start calling Wh-wh-who....Wholefoods soon. I did it. It's come to a point where I have to admit that there are some (and only some, I insist) things that are not overpriced and silly. Like the millions of (OK, 6) organic chicken breasts I bought today for $15. To pound flat into paillards, to lie under heaps of salad . Then I saw the orchids. Also $15...

I've never been drawn to orchids. They seemed sterile to me, false, scentless. Starting in December though, when a butterflyflock of large fuchsia pink and foam white Phalaenopsis arrived in Woolworths for Christmas, a little bug nipped me. I bought two then, one for a friend and one for my bathroom at my parents' house...

Orchids are such a cliche. How can I like them? But it seems I do. So I hunted round and round the pyramid of flowers todayand found a little pot that had two stems, and many buds, and took it home on the train. At home I welcomed it with a nice warm mist-bath after its frigid journey. Dreams of forests must flow very thinly in its hybridised veins, but maybe it remembers...




2 comments:

  1. Ah, Woolworths... Home to the best custard ever. And their nougat is pretty awesome too. And the biltong! All right, Safeway is dead. Long live Woolworths!

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  2. ...and malva tart. Sigh. And figs. And snoek pate, :-), and little tiny frites...

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