veg-o-spacker

This is a true story.

Last night, I was making miso soup for dinner. Oddly, Emily likes it. Don't ask me how this came to pass, because I don't exactly understand, but it has something to do with my friend Kelly. Andrew was taking Emily to her 5:15 dance class, which is right next to the smallest of the local groceries -- not a place to do a week's worth of shopping, but fine to grab a couple of items.

I gave him a list: roast turkey breast, garbage bags, broccoli, and scallions.

"Scallions?"

"Yes, scallions. Green onions. You know what they are. They're about a foot long, green at one end, white at the other, kind of hairy at the root."

"You want one?

"They come in bunches. I want one bunch. Scallions! You know, green onions. They look like this," I said, making a rudimentary sketch on the grocery list.

"Oh, green onions! Why didn't you say 'green onions'"?

So, off they went. And, eventually, they came home. And he hands me the grocery bag.

Turkey? Check.

Garbage bags? Not our usual brand, but check.

Broccoli? Check.

"What's this?"

"Green onions."

"No."

"It's not?"

"No, honey. This is parsley."

Curly parsley, to boot.

Posted by volfie at January 14, 2004 10:58 AM