I had to wonder about the fancy, pulpy but paper and disposable napkins that dressed our table the other day.
Alliums Dream it read, which I interpreted as garlic in Latin—close but more in the direction of shallots or leeks and had to retract my answer, though one could still fairly wonder why even in a restaurant (and taxonomically vindicated), one would be wished oniony dreams.
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, perhaps. I had to wonder at the coincidence of receiving a sturdy mug as a gift that was patterned with little constellations of the same horticultural bulb florets the following day. There is quite a lot going on with what we would refer to as tubers, much more interested in what is going on underground and conveniently out of sight. H replied that maybe that was the new fashion-flower of the year. Maybe poke-salad is next.
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, perhaps. I had to wonder at the coincidence of receiving a sturdy mug as a gift that was patterned with little constellations of the same horticultural bulb florets the following day. There is quite a lot going on with what we would refer to as tubers, much more interested in what is going on underground and conveniently out of sight. H replied that maybe that was the new fashion-flower of the year. Maybe poke-salad is next.
