Wednesday, February 4, 2015
At top left is a wizened beet, extremely hairy. Probably someone out there could rescue it and turn it into a nice soup or something, but not me! I cook only from recipes, and I've never found one that calls for shriveled beets. Below Mr. Hairy Beet on bottom left is the stalk that used to hold elephant garlic. And slightly up from it is a dessicated clove of elephant garlic itself. I don't like this stuff, but P does, and he always buys it but forgets to use it. I leave it alone to turn brownish and bruised looking, and then we throw it out.
At top right is a lime that feels like a bocce ball, leathery and hard. It was a promising purchase, destined to be sliced up and put in Maya's fizzy water, but it got lost among the potatoes and oranges, and now it would take a power tool to cut into it. Just below the former lime is a nice Roma tomato that had a tiny fleck of black that has now grown with alarming swiftness into a festering black dent. At bottom right is the partner of Mr. Hairy Beet, another hairy but shriveled beet. This one still has a little of its original festive orange color, but the black stuff from the tomato seems to have spread to it.
We think these are all sufficiently dreggy to go out with the compost tomorrow.