I never had to say nectarine, so I knew it -- and quince and honeydew and eggplant and persimmon and cucumber and more -- only in Farsi. I just didn't have to use those words often enough in the presence of Americans to notice I hadn't learned them.
Lent is an extraordinary time to establish our joys in the everyday. We give those things up so we can focus on the ordinary and make our lives more consistent with our Gospel call to love ourselves and what we do. Falling in love with the ordinary is subversive.
Sadly, the colonists did not eat the parsnip with the same enthusiasm, and it is still under-appreciated in America, although in Jamestown, in the early seventeenth century, the settlers made a wedding cake with parsnip flour.
A pierced poached farm egg poured by our server into a bowl of earthy forest mushrooms and wonderful clean chayote became a rich potage; with toast points, I'd happily eat this every day for breakfast.
How did these-naturally grown items that have been around forever suddenly become "the thing" at Rozek's store? It began as a pilot program as part of the Pitt County Healthy Corner Stores Initiative, and it's still going strong nearly three years later.