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The First Vegetable of the Season


We have some pretty odd discussions in my household from time to time. Take, for example, the discussion we had over dinner the other night.

Mrs. D had pulled together another culinary masterpiece beginning with an appetizer of bacon-wrapped scallops, followed by tilapia fish over whipped potatoes and asparagus. It was the asparagus that got us started.

Now Mrs D is quite environmentally conscious and is a big proponent of the "buy local" school of grocery shopping. Otherwise, she says, you screw with the carbon footprint. How so? Well, she says, if you truck in potatoes from Mexico you mess up the environment. To which I reply, "Oh and the local farmers use donkeys to cart their goods to market?"

Anyway, Mrs D said the asparagus was the first vegetable of the season. I said if asparagus was the first vegetable then it should be spelled aasparagus. I got a blank look. "You know," I said "Like in the phone book, if you want to be first you add another "a" to the word."

Mrs D caught on and with a smug look said "Oh, c'mon, how many vegetables start with the letter "a".

Without skipping a beat I said "artichoke". "And" I added "'ar' comes before 'as'".

Well, I won that one, although we're now calling that vegetable "aasparagus".




Comments

Cheryl P. said…
I love that Mrs. Dufus is so conscious about the environment. Yay to her...plus she sounds like a great cook. Very clever of you to come up with the aa.
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Linda Medrano said…
I just bought Gilroy artichokes yesterday. Big ones. Nice and closed. But now I'm going to call them aartichokes.
nonamedufus said…
She's very environmentally conscious. I can't even throw my gum into the recycling. And she's a great cook! I have to compete with her by trying to be clever. Trying is the operative word.
nonamedufus said…
Damn, then you'll have the first vegetables of the season. Unless we change ours to aaartichokes.
Nicky said…
I think we should just put aa in front of every vegetable from now on. aacarrots, aagreen aabeans, aabroccoli, aacauliflower...
nonamedufus said…
Well, at least that would be easier to pronounce than bbcarrots, bbgreens, bbbeans, bbbrocoli and bbcauliflower. Well, maybe not bbbeans and bbbrocoli now that I think of it.
meleahrebeccah said…
Bahahahhahahhahhaha!

PS: That dinner sounded friggen delicious!
nonamedufus said…
That dinner was absolutely scrumptious. I think it was due to the aasparagus aactually..
Shawn Ohara said…
I'd put an AA before it but I really don't drink that much.
nonamedufus said…
You should. It helps get the vegetables down.
KZ said…
And here I thought you were going to do an entry about asparagus' strange effect on the smell of human urine. I guess I should have known you have more class than that. I'd say you definitely won that one, Dufus.
nonamedufus said…
No, I would have save that approach to the effect on farts of brussels sprouts.
Cheryl said…
Aha! That explains your comment about my photo of my plate of food. Now I'm wondering where in hell asparagus is actually 'local' in Canada or the US. I know damn well what I tried to eat wasn't NH grown.

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