a nice amish woman sold me & boof some beautiful pink asparagus-looking vegetable called poke today at the farmers’ market. with that name and that beautiful hue (and that BODY), we had to take it home with us. then we found out that it can kill you, even though this nice amish woman told us that we should, like, chop this shit up and put it in our salads. just what i want in a salad: some greens, balsamic dressing and a little poison.
so yeah, i thought we were going to die because some amish woman conveniently forgot to tell us that she was selling us poisonous plants.
all in all, a good day.
