Sometimes, walking home from the store, my bag of groceries breaks– and I have impromptu conversations with men in parked cars about the best method for cooking brussels sprouts while I pick through smashed blueberries and try to keep the sun out of my eyes.

(I argued for braising, while my new friend made a compelling case for blanched with poached eggs. Good thing I bought an entire stalk.)

Related: if you ever go out walking with a stalk of spouts tucked (as much as such a hulking item can be tucked) under your arm, you might get some strange looks… even in Berkeley. If this is the price I pay for eating vegetables/not owning a car, I think I’m okay with that.