“Have you tried the PLU?”
I’ll warn you now: It’s another MIL (mother-in-law) blog tonight. I’ve just got one more MIL story to write after this one and then we’ll be back to normal service. But these things, they need to be documented.
So DH took MIL (obviously, it’s his mum, not his MIL) to Spinneys for a bit of shopping. There are certain things she likes to buy when she’s in Dubai: Pistachios, cashews, saffron, Sacla pasta sauces and chocolate to name a few.
And she always has a good rummage through the fruit section, usually commenting on how the mangoes are six times more expensive here than they are at home (presumably they’ve flown over Business Class).
So this time she picks up a fruit.
“It’s very nice,” she tells DH. “Very sweet. We’ll buy some.”
And DH, looking at this weird tomato-like fruit says, “What is it? A tomato?”
And she says, “No. Don’t you know what it is?”
And DH says that he doesn’t. Does she?
And, from the way this story was told to me, I guess there was a little bravado going on here, for MIL says, “Yes, of course I do.” Her eyes roam to the label and she comes out with a line that will go down forever in family history. “It’s a PLU.”