so, it seems somewhat
unbelievable that they
now come in ranch
flavor. sometimes i’d have them for
lunch when i was in high school. with sprite.
one summer when i was about that age, three sunflower plants
wound their way out of our backyard garden soil, and quickly rose from the
earth toward the sun they each mimicked with gigantic blooms. i
remember how i severed each bloom, carved all the seeds from their pretty
faces and tried to dry them and eat them like the ones i’d regularly
chomp and spit. i should have left well enough alone. those big yellow
blooms swaying in the september breeze were a sight to behold. but
those home-dried seeds were absolutely inedible.
