To continue my story of our Labor Day weekend, after my knee was doing better and the computer fixed, we headed to Whole Foods. I wanted to shop around, and my husband Phil loves the fruit. In the above picture, you see the tall bins of onions, which were stacked way too high. And someone had carelessy put a carton of strawberries in among the onions, as you can see. As I was choosing an onion, a gigantic one from the very top came hurtling down and landed on my foot. This was the biggest onion I had ever seen in my life, and weighed about as much as a bowling ball. I screamed and doubled over in pain. "I think the onion broke my foot!" I said through tears to my husband. At this point, he picked up the carton of berries and said, "Hey, nice strawberries!" Now really crying and my foot throbbing, I wailed that I believed one of the tiny bones in the top of my foot may be broken. His reply, "Oh, well, I'm just sayin' they're really pretty..." then, quickly sensing he may be in trouble, he hurriedly dropped the strawberries. No, I didn't scold him at all, because he had actually made me laugh through my pain. Here are the offending strawberries, do you think they were worth it? If you would have seen us leaving Whole Foods on that balmy night, you would have seen me hanging onto Phil and limping while he pushed a cart in which one bag was filled with onions and strawberries. The Israelites in the desert would have loved it, as they soon got really sick of the food that God gave them. They wanted onions, as well.
"We remember the fish we ate in Egypt at no cost - also the cucumbers, melon, leeks, onions and garlic. But now we have lost our appetite; we never see anything but this manna!"