I was in the grocery store the other day (or as Jerri and I have taken to calling it, the brocery store—don’t ask) and as I wandered through the produce section I happened upon a vegetable I had never seen before.
“What in the hell is that?” I asked Jerri, who was wandering with me at the time.
“Kohlrabi?” she read from the sign. “I have no idea. Are those slugs?”
I dropped the kohlrabi I was holding because for a second I thought it was, indeed, covered in slugs. I picked it up, called her a bitch as she laughed at me, and put it in the cart. (more…)