Vegetables

I didn't only buy a potato because it was shaped like a laser gun. But I can't say that this potato in particular wasn't making an excellent case for himself. I will be sad to mash him. Also, Dillon's has purple potatoes in stock so I think everyone should go buy them and make darling colorful side dishes for all of the bbq that they'll be doing, tonight. God, it's beautiful. I feel happy.

I took myself and a crisp twenty to the grocery store this morning, looking for a little therapy. The Parker Girls, for whatever reason, have always taken to vegetables when faced with disappointment or frustration or even absolute happiness. I couldn't tell you what it is, exactly, but my sister and I are the same in this. Chopping vegetables. That's what I need when I need it.

It's a project. It comes to a productive end. It's crisp and delicious. It's light and airy. It's clean and purifying. It's chopping vegetables. That's all it is.

I don't usually keep salad items on hand. I'm picky about how my lettuce is prepared. I never have enough vegetables to go along with it. It's difficult to get lettuce dry enough that it won't spoil too quickly. But today I had all of the patience for exactly this activity. Chop a few cups of romaine. Rinse in the colander. Pour out onto the kitchen towels. Wring. Repeat. It is glorious.

What are your strange, reasonable compulsions?