I know I go off all the time about how much I love the Brown Box Veggies folks, but here I go again. I have been jonesin' for my veggies big time after I committed the cardinal sin two weekends ago. Yes, I admit it. I ordered a box and <gasp> forgot to go pick it up. To say I was devastated is an understatement the size of Texas. If I must force myself to find a bright side, it's that the Veggie Gals, as they like to call themselves, donate any unclaimed boxes to a charity. But, dammit, that weekend, I wanted to be my own charity and I forgot.
So, as you can probably guess, I've been pining away for veggie weekend ever since. I mean, we've been eating <again, gasp> grocery store produce. But today was the day! I wasn't going to have a repeat of last time. I had a reminder and alarm set on my phone, a sticky note on the inside of the front door, and I had a small carrot tattooed on my index finger to remind me. I even arrived early.
Yowza is all I can say. When the Veggie Gal handed over the box, it was all I could do to carry that sucker to my car. It was heavy. Really heavy. But I bolstered my strength with the eager anticipation of opening this treasure chest and carried that bad boy to the car. Once home, I cracked it open and it was like that scene when Vincent opens up Marcellus' briefcase.
I got squash, zucchini, parsley, Roma tomatoes, onions, over a dozen jalapenos (Neil is in heaven), cabbage, cucumbers, pea pods, peaches, apples, pears, and the largest head of romaine I have ever seen in my life. Seriously, in the romaine world, you wouldn't want to pick a fight with this big guy. See for yourself.
Tonight we took advantage of yellow squash, pea pods (snow peas, you may call them) and coconut shrimp. I'm thinking it was a hit since there was NOTHING leftover. As the cook, that's always a good sign. As a hater of leftovers, that's always a good sign!
Ok, I realize I'm repeating myself, but if you haven't ordered from Brown Box Veggies before, get online RIGHT NOW! It's a killer deal, it's local produce and it is simply a joy to open that box and see what surprises you'll find inside. Oh, by the way, I was just jerking your chain about that carrot tattoo. I doubt that even Peter Cottontail would pay money for that! :-)
So, as you can probably guess, I've been pining away for veggie weekend ever since. I mean, we've been eating <again, gasp> grocery store produce. But today was the day! I wasn't going to have a repeat of last time. I had a reminder and alarm set on my phone, a sticky note on the inside of the front door, and I had a small carrot tattooed on my index finger to remind me. I even arrived early.
Yowza is all I can say. When the Veggie Gal handed over the box, it was all I could do to carry that sucker to my car. It was heavy. Really heavy. But I bolstered my strength with the eager anticipation of opening this treasure chest and carried that bad boy to the car. Once home, I cracked it open and it was like that scene when Vincent opens up Marcellus' briefcase.
The golden light shone upon my face.
So, getta load of this y'all:
I got squash, zucchini, parsley, Roma tomatoes, onions, over a dozen jalapenos (Neil is in heaven), cabbage, cucumbers, pea pods, peaches, apples, pears, and the largest head of romaine I have ever seen in my life. Seriously, in the romaine world, you wouldn't want to pick a fight with this big guy. See for yourself.
| Perfect lunch box sized pears & apples |
| Cabbage: the red-headed stepchild of the vegetable world. Undeservedly so. I see eggrolls and stuffed cabbage rolls in our future. |
| The largest head of romaine I've ever seen |
| Neil's dietary staple |
| Uhh, I'm thinkin' salsa? |
| This amount of pea pods in the grocery would probably cost half of what I paid for my glorious Brown Box Veggies! |
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| If you know me and my addiction to anything pickled, guess what I'm gonna do with these little cuties? |
Ok, I realize I'm repeating myself, but if you haven't ordered from Brown Box Veggies before, get online RIGHT NOW! It's a killer deal, it's local produce and it is simply a joy to open that box and see what surprises you'll find inside. Oh, by the way, I was just jerking your chain about that carrot tattoo. I doubt that even Peter Cottontail would pay money for that! :-)


