I know I am not the only woman in the world
with a sort of hurt feeling about fruit shops.
The windows are always so full of delicious
looking fruit. The rosiest of apples, succulent
black grapes, oranges and grapefruit that make
my mouth water. The greenest of watercress,
and sprightly mustard cress just ask for a plate
of thin bread and butter and a cup of strong tea.
Brussel sprouts are so neat and compact.
And every potato is round, neat and eyeless,
– just right to bake with half a dozen of its brothers.
Why is it then, when I get home with my basket
I find little shapeless many eyed potatoes, sprouts
dirty and loose-leaved, cress yellow and limp?
I know every fruit and vegetable can’t be perfect.
But I think some of the window fruit should get
into the shopping basket more often – in fact I know.
(From a letter to Woman magazine in the late 1940s. Submitted by Angela Readman)