yum yum!
It was my turn to make dinner last night. I’m in the kitchen, chopping up some broccoli, snow peas, and onion, frying up some tofu, steaming some jasmine rice... when realize that we’re out of garlic. So like any sane cook, I throw on my coat to head out to the corner grocery store, where I pick up some garlic (and rice pudding for dessert!) and wander back home.
The moment I walk in the door, Tim beckons me over to the computer. He bought a new digital camera this week and has been going insane snapping pictures of everything - his sneakers, the contents of the fridge, me in the bathroom, the inside of my nose... ngh! Anyway, so I walk in the door, and he’s like “abotz! I just downloaded some pics off the camera! Come look at the incredible detail!” He’s got a huge picture of the broccoli I just chopped up, and he’s staring at it all intently, his nose up tot he screen, saying “and there’s a floret, and there’s a water-drop” and I go, “what’s that? It looks like a bug.” And he says “It does look like a bug.” And I say “And so does that.” And he says, “And that, and that, and that.” Me, “And that and that.”
Our broccoli was infested with hundreds and hundreds of little grey spidery/aphidy bugs. And if we hadn’t been out of garlic, we would have eaten them.
The moment I walk in the door, Tim beckons me over to the computer. He bought a new digital camera this week and has been going insane snapping pictures of everything - his sneakers, the contents of the fridge, me in the bathroom, the inside of my nose... ngh! Anyway, so I walk in the door, and he’s like “abotz! I just downloaded some pics off the camera! Come look at the incredible detail!” He’s got a huge picture of the broccoli I just chopped up, and he’s staring at it all intently, his nose up tot he screen, saying “and there’s a floret, and there’s a water-drop” and I go, “what’s that? It looks like a bug.” And he says “It does look like a bug.” And I say “And so does that.” And he says, “And that, and that, and that.” Me, “And that and that.”
Our broccoli was infested with hundreds and hundreds of little grey spidery/aphidy bugs. And if we hadn’t been out of garlic, we would have eaten them.