Midnight snacks
I was making a midnight snack (well I didn't make it, I opened a can of tinned pineapple) and it got me thinking back to those Enid Blyton books I use to read as a child. At one point I was really into her to the point where I wanted my parents to send me to boarding school because it sounded so golly fun!
Well anyway, as a kid I was always stumpted at why all these girls at boarding school would go on a midnight snack binge and one of them would bring along a tin of peaches. And to make things more interesting all the other girls would go 'Good golly Susie, smart thinking!', 'Goodness me, what a treat!' or some other incredibly gay and lame remark like that (oh I still remember them all, but damned if I can even remember to return my library books on time). I always wondered why anybody would be so stupid as to bring a tin of peaches to a midnight snack party, yet here I am 20 years later having my own midnight snacks of various tinned fruit. I know realise tinned peaches are great - cheap, don't go off quickly, healthyish...
Actually those midnight feast confused me for other reasons. It always baffled me how during the midnight feasts in Enid Blyton books they were always "Gracious! Sardine sandwiches! How super!" I can't think of anything more disgusting. And why eat healthy food when you're sneaking out of your dormitory to stuff your face at midnight?
Sadly that even half of my Enid moments lately. The other day I was reading a book, nothing grand but some characters goes out for a walk in the countryside with a brown paper bag with bread, water and some apples in them. Anyway, minor plot point, but my first thought was, that if it was an Enid Blyton book there would be some cheese, potted meat (and probably hard-boiled eggs) in that paper bag. But of course if it was an Enid Blyton book, someone would inevitably have to remark "Food tastes so much better in the open air!" cheerily just before they found a lame squirrel/badger/otter, tamed it and called it Scamper.
Of course it took me for years to figure out what potted meat even was. Sounded like something you'd have in the garden.
Plus it was always brothers and sisters going out for picnics or bike rides together like they where the best of friends. Frankly at that age I was more likely to fight, kick and pull the hair of my brother and sister then actually do something as incredibly lame as go on a picnic with them.
Well anyway, as a kid I was always stumpted at why all these girls at boarding school would go on a midnight snack binge and one of them would bring along a tin of peaches. And to make things more interesting all the other girls would go 'Good golly Susie, smart thinking!', 'Goodness me, what a treat!' or some other incredibly gay and lame remark like that (oh I still remember them all, but damned if I can even remember to return my library books on time). I always wondered why anybody would be so stupid as to bring a tin of peaches to a midnight snack party, yet here I am 20 years later having my own midnight snacks of various tinned fruit. I know realise tinned peaches are great - cheap, don't go off quickly, healthyish...
Actually those midnight feast confused me for other reasons. It always baffled me how during the midnight feasts in Enid Blyton books they were always "Gracious! Sardine sandwiches! How super!" I can't think of anything more disgusting. And why eat healthy food when you're sneaking out of your dormitory to stuff your face at midnight?
Sadly that even half of my Enid moments lately. The other day I was reading a book, nothing grand but some characters goes out for a walk in the countryside with a brown paper bag with bread, water and some apples in them. Anyway, minor plot point, but my first thought was, that if it was an Enid Blyton book there would be some cheese, potted meat (and probably hard-boiled eggs) in that paper bag. But of course if it was an Enid Blyton book, someone would inevitably have to remark "Food tastes so much better in the open air!" cheerily just before they found a lame squirrel/badger/otter, tamed it and called it Scamper.
Of course it took me for years to figure out what potted meat even was. Sounded like something you'd have in the garden.
Plus it was always brothers and sisters going out for picnics or bike rides together like they where the best of friends. Frankly at that age I was more likely to fight, kick and pull the hair of my brother and sister then actually do something as incredibly lame as go on a picnic with them.
