Just thinking of dates, conjured up a vision of a tall, tanned and handsome Arabian Prince astride a black stallion racing against the wind across the dusty desert. Dressed in a flowing white burnoose, a red-and-white checkered kaffiyeh fastend by a black cord on his head, flapping behind him, he looked so magnificent. He leapt from his horse and strode over to the tent under a cluster of palms. Trays of dates of different favors within his reach as he lounged comfortably on the colorful embroidery pillows strewed all over the luxurious Persian carpets on the floor.
Of course, it would be rude not to accept the delicious dates he offered me. As I popped one into my mouth, savoring its wonderful taste, its sweetness slowly found its way down my throat, he gave me that devastating smiles. Wow, he looked so much like Alain Delon. Ark! I was choked. Not by his good looks, certainly not by the pit but by the hard skin of the dates. The image of my dashing prince vanished like a genie.
That is why I don’t like dates. Its hard skin always lodge in my throat.
We get to sample dates in abundance during the Moslem fasting month. I find the dried ones too sweet. The hard, brittle skin hurts my throat, so I usually spit it out and ravish the soft fresh. The fresh ones are equally bad. It is hard, bitter and bland. It is very hard to get the sweet ones.
With its high sugar content, dates are definitely a not recommended fruit for a diabetic. It nutritional benefits includes protein, fat, fiber, minerals like copper, sulphur, iron, magnesium, potassium and fluoric acid.
It was recorded in the Qur’an that when she was conceiving the Lord Jesus, Mother Mary was told to eat dates. "Shake the trunk of the palm tree towards thee: it will drop fresh, ripe dates upon thee. Eat, then, and drink, and let thine eye be gladdened!" (Qur'an 19:25-26) .
Looking at the display of numerous brands of Kurma dates at Carrefour, I was undecided with my choice. I wanted to present a box to Mrs Sidek, my landlady. A Malay man was standing besides me. Thinking he could help me, I turned to him for advice. “Which brand is the best?” “It is an acquired taste” and he moved away.
He did not give me an answer for he was undecided too. Taking up a box, read its contents then picked up a different brand and repeated his action. He may have eaten more dates than me, yet he was also lost. Helpless, I told myself, go for the most expensive.
Although the most costly may not be the best, through advertisements and human influences, the most popular is the best. If you like its taste, it is the best. To each his own. Acquired taste? Not to me, acquired choke is more likely.
Of course, it would be rude not to accept the delicious dates he offered me. As I popped one into my mouth, savoring its wonderful taste, its sweetness slowly found its way down my throat, he gave me that devastating smiles. Wow, he looked so much like Alain Delon. Ark! I was choked. Not by his good looks, certainly not by the pit but by the hard skin of the dates. The image of my dashing prince vanished like a genie.
That is why I don’t like dates. Its hard skin always lodge in my throat.
We get to sample dates in abundance during the Moslem fasting month. I find the dried ones too sweet. The hard, brittle skin hurts my throat, so I usually spit it out and ravish the soft fresh. The fresh ones are equally bad. It is hard, bitter and bland. It is very hard to get the sweet ones.
With its high sugar content, dates are definitely a not recommended fruit for a diabetic. It nutritional benefits includes protein, fat, fiber, minerals like copper, sulphur, iron, magnesium, potassium and fluoric acid.
It was recorded in the Qur’an that when she was conceiving the Lord Jesus, Mother Mary was told to eat dates. "Shake the trunk of the palm tree towards thee: it will drop fresh, ripe dates upon thee. Eat, then, and drink, and let thine eye be gladdened!" (Qur'an 19:25-26) .
Looking at the display of numerous brands of Kurma dates at Carrefour, I was undecided with my choice. I wanted to present a box to Mrs Sidek, my landlady. A Malay man was standing besides me. Thinking he could help me, I turned to him for advice. “Which brand is the best?” “It is an acquired taste” and he moved away.
He did not give me an answer for he was undecided too. Taking up a box, read its contents then picked up a different brand and repeated his action. He may have eaten more dates than me, yet he was also lost. Helpless, I told myself, go for the most expensive.
Although the most costly may not be the best, through advertisements and human influences, the most popular is the best. If you like its taste, it is the best. To each his own. Acquired taste? Not to me, acquired choke is more likely.
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