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New varieties of things just keep popping up.

Welcome back to At My Table's Neil who writes of a waiter, when asked for the name of a particular variety of French mustard, returns from checking the name on the jar to announce, "It's called moutarde!"

Reminds me of the Coles checkout girl who, when scanning a parsnip for my pot of winter vegetable soup a few months ago, enthused: "Wow! A white carrot! How long have they been around?"

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  1. And nice to be back.

    Did you pay the carrot price? When they mistake my limes for lemons at the checkout, it always seems such a bargain.

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  2. Neil, I paid the parsnip price. I couldn't bring myself to continue the 'look, a white carrot!' line of conversation as I hadn't had any coffee yet that day. I just mumbled 'it's a parsnip' while trying not to sound like some kind of vegetable wonk.

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  3. Haha, that's funny! I always get dirty looks when I buy leeks, apparently they are not a staple in the southwestern cuisine.
    The other day I bought a kohlrabi, imagine my surprise and delight in finding it at the local grocery, yet the check out man had no clue what to do with it. I ended up spelling it to him so he could find it in the depths of his register data.

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  4. Barbara, so many things need to be spelled out these days. Even then a blank stare sometimes.

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  5. I bought a head of lettuce at my local superstore and the checkout guy said he's never seen lettuce out of the bag!

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