The other day when I was doing my grocery shopping, I picked up a rutabaga and an acorn squash. When I got to the checkout and the cashier got to those two items, he held them up and asked me what they were. That often happens when I get a young cashier and I figure vegetables haven’t figured prominently in his life. It also reminds me of a story from years ago.
I had a friend who had a small boy, a toddler or maybe a little older. Their family custom was to let the boy say grace over the evening meal. He would carefully thank God for each item on the table … thank you for the hamburger, thank you for the potatoes, etc. One night he was doing this but there was something on the menu he didn’t recognize. He said, “Thank you for … what is this, Mammo (grandmother)?”
It gave us all a chuckle and still amuses me because I remember it when I go through the checkout at the grocery store with “strange” vegetables.