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sweet corn in peckham

A woman runs to a fruit and veg store.  Actually she runs to the sweet corn section.

You have to ask why.

When she gets there, she takes her time.

Looking over here is a chubby young smoking dude as she looks over each sweet corn one at a time.

I feel at home, not because of the running for the sweet corn, which I may never understand, but because she is Black and he is Vietnamese.

In Footscray (my home back in Melbourne), that was the normal combination of humans.

Throw in some white drug addicts, and Peckham could do a more than passable interpretation of Footscray.

I was only there for a short time and I was offered pirated DVDS, saw two cases of road rage, one guy talking to himself and some screaming match that seemed to be more for therapy than anything else.

I felt right at home.

I did keep wondering about the sweet corn runner.

Why had she done it?

Had she then bought the sweet corn and then run home, before running around her kitchen and then running around the dining table to serve it.

Or was she just excited by the sweet corn, because she stopped rushing once she got there.  She gave that sweet corn a proper physical before deciding on the few she liked.

I’m not a food guy, so maybe I don’t get it, but at that stage I hadn’t eaten for 24 hours due to my flight back from Sri Lanka, and all I wanted was a quarter pounder and two double cheese burgers.

I didn’t run, i just walked and ordered.

I might run for a late night bus, or if I needed a shit and was looking for a toilet, but I could never run for sweet corn.

September 2, 2010 Posted by Jrod | living in london | food, putney | 1 Comment