When I was a teenager we had two school formals. One was at the end of year 10 and the other at the end of year 12. The year 10 formal was looked upon as the practice run but no less important that the final year 12 one. To get ready for a formal was a big deal. My then friend had an uncle who was a hairdresser on Oxford Street in Paddington and as we were getting ready at her place after school, I went with her to the hairdresser while she got her hair done.
I was busy reading magazines on the couch while her uncle tended to her hair. I looked up about thirty minutes into it and she was looking uncomfortable and there was a lot of hairspray action happening. I looked at her hair and I could see that he was building it up to become some sort of enormous tower, slightly on the side of her head. To make matters worse, he was crimping it so that it was huge and voluminous while tutting that he had to do something about her thin, blonde hair.
"What do you think?" he said asking me while presenting her hair with a flourish.
"It looks like a...pineapple?" I said because well, it did and there was nothing else I could say except for perhaps lie and I did think that at times like this, friends tell others the truth. They do not want to walk into a school formal sporting hair like a pineapple.
He snorted and went onto his next customer while my friend and I went home. She went straight into the shower and washed her hair and got rid of the enormous blonde pineapple immediately. Then she turned to me and said "That never happened ok?" with a furious urgency (she was really quite crazy it turned out later). And we never spoke of the pineapple hair again.
Speaking of pineapples, Mr NQN was given two for his birthday -one was ripe while the other one was green. I decided that I would make one into jam as we were about to go away the next day and didn't have time to eat a whole one. Pineapple itself is actually quite low in pectin, the ingredient that sets the jam but I thought that we could do away with it completely as the consistency of the grated pineapple makes it ideal for spreading. Adding a few delicious spices helps and lime zest lifts it too. I made this at my friend Louise's house and we essentially just played with flavours adding what we liked and what we felt it needed. We then spread it on a croissant and served it to Mr NQN and Viggo.
They both loved it-Viggo even gave it his ultimate compliment of smacking his lips together appreciatively. I was so pleased that I offered Louise and Viggo the larger jar to keep which caused Mr NQN to protest. I think he will just have to be a bit more demonstrative perhaps when there is pineapple jam at stake ;)
So tell me Dear Reader, would you have been honest with your friend if she had pineapple hair?
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