Kids are so weird sometimes.
And sometimes I forget how the life we choose here influences the kids experiences.
Last Christmas we were in Australia and Amy was complaining that vegetables in Australia are really wilted and old compared to veggies in Japan and my mum had to explain to her that comparing veggies from your garden that were picked 20 minutes before you eat them to veggies from the supermarket (Australian, Japanese or anywhere) isn't really a fair comparison.
When she was about seven Meg went to her Japanese grandparents place and after running around in the (small, suburban) yard for a while came in and declared 'There's nothing to eat here!' which, for anyone who knows the average Japanese grandparent knows is ridiculous as you could live for a week on snacks and pickles alone but it's true that there were no blueberries, peas, cherry tomatoes or cucumbers to be picked and snacked on as you played outside.
Pretty much all year around there is something growing or in crates in the hallway that they can just eat to their heart's content and so, yeah, the girls have a different view of fruit and vegetables to most kids.
But even so there are some produce that I treasure and ration out because they're so hard to succeed with. Cool nights and a short summer mean red and yellow capsicum are really hard to get to change colour and go sweet so they are highly prized and definitely doled out in a highly controlled way!
Watermelon are pretty easy to grow here (the village next door is a famous watermelon producing region) but the monkeys love them even more than we do so they are highly prized as it's only about one in three that makes it into the house.
So I was making a big deal of cutting up the first watermelon of the season and waxing lyrical about how great it is that I beat the monkeys and how we should all savour the watermelon-ny goodness etc etc when Amy sighed and said "It's my dream to just eat a huge chunk of watermelon so big you need a spoon." Meg agreed and I thought, hey, why not? And so my precious first perfect watermelon of the season was not eked out over three to four days. Nope. I made their dreams come true and it was all gone!
(No picture of Meg? No. She was in her school uniform still and didn't want that recorded for posterity. She's really funny about being seen in her uniform. I told you- kids are weird!)