When we were growing up, we had an apricot tree in the back yard. For awhile, I was a big fan of apricot jam and even apricots straight from the tree. As time went on though, I think it reached that too much of a good thing point and I started to eat them a lot less.
We also had a dog that liked the apricots, but being something of a small dog, she wasn't really of the right sort of stature to reach the apricots until they'd already fallen from the tree. Added to that, i think she had something of a taste for the softer, baked in the sun, slightly fermented fruit rather than the fresh stuff.
The result of this was usually discovered later in the evening when the dog was asleep inside. You'd be happily watching tv when a stragne aroma would suddenly waft through the room, usually with enough stench behind it to clear out anyone unfortunate enough to remain in the vicinity.
Well, apparently the affect of apricots isn't limited to K9's. The dried apricot variety, particularly when processed through a woman's digestive system, produces an effect almost to a level equivalent to that of the dog.
So it was with great delight that I sat watching TV the other night that I discovered that one of the things that had been consumed during the trip back from Edmonton (that Caroline had made with the kids (and without me)) was dried apricots.
And let's just say that I didn't discover this fact through discussion. Ahh memories.
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