The perils of eating organic


A few days ago, I was getting things ready for dinner. I was making soup. With leeks.

looks innocent enough

(leek)

Lovely, aren’t they? (Actually, they’re HUGE, compared to the leeks I’m used to. I worried about buying them, because they were so freakishly huge and they were on super-sale, and Whole Foods never puts stuff on sale. But I wanted soup, so I bought them.)

“What’s that?” asked John.

“A leek, doofus,” I said.

“No, I know it’s a leek,” he said witheringly. “What’s THAT.”
but wait!  what is this?

(leek interloper)

Oh that? That is a CATERPILLAR. Living IN OUR DINNER.

ah.  a caterpillar.  obviously

(surprisingly robust insect. note: not small.)

I should point out that it had been close to a week since I bought these freakishly large leeks by the time I got around to using them. Meaning our many-footed friend had survived in our refrigerator for many chilly days and nights.

Apparently,he survived by eating leeks. And some of the plastic bag. Resourceful little bugger.

and he's been busy!

(leaf damage)

I made John take him outside. If he lived that long in our fridge, I figured he deserved better than to be smooshed and thrown in our trashcan. Then I trimmed off the nibbled part of the leek and made soup.


5 Responses to The perils of eating organic

  1. Nilsa S. says:

    I can think of a lot worse you could’ve discovered in your leeks. And hey, at least you discovered the many-legged creature before you cooked dinner instead of after! It’s been perfect soup weather lately, good call!

  2. Jess says:

    That’s a nasty-looking caterpillar. I’m used to sweet, fuzzy ones. That one just looks… icky. I’m glad you were still able to have soup, though.

  3. Green says:

    That’s such a CA thing to do. All of it. Eating organic, buying leeks, taking the ‘piller outside, eating the rest of the leek anyway.

    i’m a NYer – I’d have screamed and thrown the whole thing out and then made somebody else check the other leeks for insects.

  4. You rule.

    Best. Story. EVER.

  5. Tribecca says:

    Green’s comment has me concerned I don’t belong on the west coast. I live in California. But apparently I’m your only friend who would have not only thrown the rest of that leek away, but would have tossed the whole bag and ordered a pizza. Chicago style. Waste Shmaste.