This has nothing or everything to do with a blog about gardening. The first time I ever ate at a certain chain restaurant who have rocking chairs out front for your leisure to wait for a table (which is way cool), I was still a carnivore. I can’t remember what fried protein item I ordered, but the thing I do remember distinctly to this day revolves around the “Vegetable of the Day.” Their menu clearly stated “vegetable of the day” and not “sides.” I ordered.
Me: I’ll have the the fried carcass, the fried okra and the collard greens.
Waitress: You get one more with that.
Me: Okay. What’s your vegetable of the day?
Waitress: Macaroni and Cheese
Me: What part of that is a vegetable?
Waitress: Blank stare
My Mother: crawled under a table
My Sister: Spewed sweet-tea out of her nose.
Me: That’ll be fine
What do y’all think? Can we grow mac-n-cheese?