No accounting for taste

Some people just cannot be moved

Photo by Terry Freedman

I visited a cousin of mine recently, so I thought I ought to take her a present. What better gift, I thought, than the spread illustrated above?

After all, it is, to say the least, unusual, and I was pretty sure that she would not have come across it before. And I also thought it would be a bit of a laugh.

“Oh wow!”, she exclaimed when she opened the wrapping. “My favourite!”

“Eh?”, I said. “You mean you’ve come across this stuff before?”

“Well, the stuff, but not called that.”

“It’s not really… well, that, you know. It’s lemon curd.”

“Yeah, I know”, she said. “I gotta show my family this!”

And then she proceeded to take a photo of it on her phone, and send it to her husband and kids.

I was disappointed that she didn’t express complete disgust. But I have to say I held a sneaking admiration for her unflappability.

It reminded me of a comment reported by a review of “Oh! Calcutta!”, a play designed to shock audiences of the day with full-frontal nudity. Apparently, one teenager, emerging from the theatre, commented to his friend,
“I think my parents would like it.”

If he was correct, then that is unflappability!