Did I mention I’ve been sick?
I mention that now because I think I need an excuse, or perhaps it is psychology.
There’s a psychological condition, at least on TV, where the brain manages to take anomalous or unacceptable information and twist it around inside our brain to make it more palatable.
That must be what happened.
Tonight, my wife was reading my blog posts. (Which, by the way, is one of the two reasons I never say anything bad about my wife in my blog. The other reason is because she’s so wonderful, I never actually have anything bad to say about her.)
Anyway, after reading my post about pasture cakes she said, “I’m embarrassed by my people.â€
“I mean, who would think about putting grass inside a cake and eating it?â€
And then it hit me.
Somehow, despite everything I wrote and mocked about pasture cakes, my brain, in an effort no doubt to save what’s left of my sanity, had somehow actually blocked comprehension that people were actually eating lawn grass. The clippings from a lawn mover, ground up and somehow stuffed inside something that looks like a Twinkie.
It sure is funny how the mind works sometimes. Somehow, I was thinking something more like bamboo, or some other form of plant that is technically of the grass family, but not what you’d be strolling across in a park.
There’s a fortune to be made in Taiwan. I wish I’d know this before I’d ripped my lawn out and replaced it with dirt.