Posted by jlubans on July 15, 2019


Caption: A savvy-eyed Ass by Francis Barlow, 1687

An ass was loaded with good provisions of several sorts, which, in time of harvest, he was carrying into the fields for his master and the reapers to dine upon.
By the way he met with a fine large thistle, and being very hungry, began to mumble it; which, while he was doing, he entered into this reflection: “How many greedy epicures would think themselves happy amidst such a variety of delicate viands as I now carry!
But to me this bitter prickly thistle is more savoury and relishing than the most exquisite and sumptuous banquet.”

This Ass is no Donkey. He knows what he likes and goes out of his way to get and “mumble” it, happy to leave the “good provisions” to “greedy epicures” who certainly have no taste for thistles.
Several Italian towns offer a thistle soup (zuppa di cardo) often served at Christmas.
One appended moral sums it up: “People enjoy what they enjoy”; there’s no telling for taste.
An uncle-in-law favored honey on his French fries; he’d bring his own honey bear bottle to McDonalds.
Australians think pineapple slices are really good on a pizza – bizarre to me but not to those Down Under.
Pizza crusts are the best part of the pie. Not for those who cut off the crust, never to taste it.
You and I could go on and on.
It need not be limited to food. Our differences are useful, they enrich – if we can stand it – our perspective on life. As for the Never-Crusters, well I am not too sure what they bring to the table, but that just may be me.

*Source: Croxall's Aesop. An illustrated collection of Aesop's fables translated by Samuel Croxall, 1867.
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