Okay, so, no this really isn’t about romance, dating, or even sex, though we may as well go there since we seem to have already jumped into the TMI arena.
There’s a whole fascinating history behind the cultivation and propagation of the palm date, but I won’t go into detail here. You can find that information here on Wikipedia or by looking up Shields Date Gardens on the internet.
Turns, out, this luscious albeit forbidden fruit has to be hand pollinated, and to get our facts straight, we stopped in Mecca and talked with one of the palm date farmers and got the scoop directly from the (eh hem, excuse the turn of phrase) fruit fornicator’s mouth.
Oh, please, put your indignation away. I know you at least chuckled at my attempt at humor.
And I know you will chuckle again next time you go to buy some dates for your holiday baking needs.
After all, “Humor results when society says you can't scratch certain things in public, but they itch in public.” ~Tom Walsh
Joy and laughter to you and yours,
Jenni and Ken
“Humor is a reminder that no matter how high the throne one sits on, one sits on one's bottom.” ~Taki
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