Young leeks, tender and aromatic;
Some crazy, black-green summer squash whose name no one could remember;
Check in at solbar for the smoked beef shortrib entree at dinner: butterbeans galore, plus the biggest, baddest, beer-batteredest Vidalia onion west of Rome (Georgia). If everyone ate this dish, the world’d be a happier place. And if ifs were skiffs, we could all go fishin’. And if ifs were fifths, we’d all be drunk. And if ifs were tiffs, we’d have bloody noses, &etc, you get the idea. Such is Louisianian verse.