My Southern grandmother’s way of asking if we wanted more was not, “Would you like some more?” It was “What’ll you have?”
In other words, “Which of these delicious things will you have more of now?” And it was hard, both physically and socially, to not promptly pick your personal favorite of her offerings. For me it was her hot milk cake, her watermelon rind pickles, her homemade biscuits with homemade plum jelly or her sugar cookies. Notice the sweet theme…. oh yes, I was a sugar hound!! It was not only delicious but complimentary to have more.
Our culture has become very much about more. If you have’t seen Super Size Me, I highly recommend it for an eye opener on serving sizes (and other outrageously egregious practices) in fast food restaurants. The film has some rough language and frank talk about sex, so may not be appropriate for younger kids.
In the less is more and more is really more dichotomy of our culture that loves:
both skinny bodies and large breasts;
both many choices and extra large servings;
both designer names and cheap food;
both the most expensive health care system in the world and the 37th most effective health care system…
we are in a watermelon rind pickle indeed. Continue reading