A few days ago, I was getting things ready for dinner. I was making soup. With leeks.
Lovely, aren’t they? (Actually, they’re HUGE, compared to the leeks I’m used to. I worried about buying them, because they were so freakishly huge and they were on super-sale, and Whole Foods never puts stuff on sale. But I wanted soup, so I bought them.)
“What’s that?” asked John.
“A leek, doofus,” I said.
Oh that? That is a CATERPILLAR. Living IN OUR DINNER.
(surprisingly robust insect. note: not small.)
I should point out that it had been close to a week since I bought these freakishly large leeks by the time I got around to using them. Meaning our many-footed friend had survived in our refrigerator for many chilly days and nights.
Apparently,he survived by eating leeks. And some of the plastic bag. Resourceful little bugger.
I made John take him outside. If he lived that long in our fridge, I figured he deserved better than to be smooshed and thrown in our trashcan. Then I trimmed off the nibbled part of the leek and made soup.