In other words, pretty sad. No fruit, old wilty vegetables and a few eggs. (And my pink pickles; can you see the jar on the bottom shelf?). I needed to go grocery shopping. I compiled some recipes, made a list, checked the circular for sale items, and then trudged off with my reusable grocery bags. I was prepared for an ordinary, boring, like-always shopping trip.
But I needed an eggplant. Oh the magic of eggplant. I found this:
The eggplant has a nose! It is perfectly positioned below the stem so it looks like it is wearing a green hat above its giant nose. It is so darn cute. So cute in fact that now I can't bear to cook it. I can't cut off my eggplant's nose! What kind of cruel monster do you think I am? I guess I am going to have to wait until the thing rots in m refrigerator and its nose falls off. But then again, who wants to eat a rotten eggplant? And why should this eggplant just waste away? It was brought into this world to make my roasted vegetables into a delicious, satisfying meal.
But I don't think I can't cut off its nose, now that I started referring to it as a nose.
I'll make Matt cut the eggplant. He has no mercy toward vegetable noses.
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