Have you ever peeled a really hard fruit?
One that’s like a stone?
Your knife struggles against the surface
Never catching, or catching too much
Then slipping
It’s a dangerous endeavor
Not one I’d recommend
You might end up with bruises and cuts on your hands
You might hurt and twist your wrist
But then
Well maybe you come up with some tricks
That make it easier
And you start to get more comfortable
Oh, it’s still a struggle
But you work it out
You manage
And then you pick up a ‘regular’ fruit
Just an everyday apple
A humble potato
You put your knife to the surface
Ready, prepared, for the struggle
But your knife slides through seamlessly
And ribbons of peel fall in spirals on the table
Ah finally, it’s time to rest
Because after peeling stones
Now you’re peeling butter