Vegetable Stalk-er

This 26-inch brussel sprout stalk is too tall for the picture. I bought it today for $8 at the Farmer's Market along with these beautiful cranberries. The rosemary is from the local grocer and went into a lunch of pork loin, sweet potatoes, and ... brussel sprouts.

by Ann Votaw, C.H.E.S.

On the way home from the Farmer’s Market today, I turned heads while holding a 26-inch stem that looked more Sci Fi than brussel sprout.

Yes, its true! The green buds, named after the city in Belgium, are picked off tall rubbery stalks before they reach us in grocery stores. Such a shame! If we bought them looking like instruments of impalement rather than little guys with scrunched-up faces, children might find them cool. Perhaps, kids and adults would better appreciate this relative of the cabbage family if we sold sprouts in Mother Nature’s unusual packaging. How neat would it be to pass an upright jug of upright stalks rather than dreaded mini heads wrapped over foam backing? 

I bought this beauty today for $8, which seems expensive, but a package of about 15 sprouts can cost up to $3 here in Manhattan. As you can see, there are quite a few more than 15. Plus, I can incorporate the greenery into my holiday decorating.

Brussel sprouts are high in fiber, Vitamin A, Vitamin C, and folic acid. Each bud is a colon cancer-fighting machine that can be steamed, boiled, roasted, or sautéd with olive oil and garlic! A good batch of sprouts exhibits firmly closed leaves and a robust green color, sometimes with purple highlights, like this one.

Mom and Pop Versus Foodtown

I got snippy at the Foodtown checkout girl last week. She didn’t ask for my discount card, which meant that I didn’t get the $1.60 discount on instant Quaker oatmeal.

Here is the dialogue:

Me: I’m so sorry. I wasn’t quick enough. Here’s my card.

Girl: It’s too late.

Me: You can’t do a void and do it again, since this is all I’m getting?

Girl: Shakes head

Me: Most people ask if they have a club card.

Girl: Shrugs

Me: Can I speak to your manager?

Girl: Points

The manager counted out $1.60 without speaking to me or looking at me because that would be weird.

A few days later, I was in Little Italy, where I stopped in Di Palo’s Italian Specialty Foods for pasta and attention. The line was long, and a regular told me where to get a ticket. To my amazement, I watched the grocers interact with customers: telling jokes, asking about menus, and slicing testers of cheese from gigantic cheese wheels. (I thought cheese grew in sandwich-sized squares.) Their conversations were different from the Foodtown dialogue highlighted above. It was as if real humans—sans text messages—were talking to each other about what they were having for dinner.

When it was my turn, the grocer looked at me directly. I asked for Parmesan, and he cut me a slice. This took a little time. Delicious. I bought a chunk.

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