Column: Have kohlrabi, will travel
I am pretty sure it's not every Friday night that someone pulls a giant kohlrabi out of her purse at a bar. Come to think of it, I'm guessing no one had ever pulled a giant kohlrabi at the police department, either.
But there's a first time for everything, right? I'd never had a giant kohlrabi left lying on my keyboard, either, until Friday morning.
When I came in Friday, I was in a funk. My car had yet more problems. I spent the morning trying to figure out how to get around while it was out of commission. I was tired, I was cranky, and I was late to work.
When I got to work, though, there was a giant kohlrabi lying right on my keyboard. And when I say giant, I mean, it was huge. This was easily the biggest one I've ever seen. It was the size of a softball and weighed more than a pound.
It was a pleasant surprise, but no one in my office would 'fess up to how it got there.
My questions were answered when I checked my voicemail. I had a message from Imelda Becker. For those who don't know Imelda, she used to run the Farmington food shelf and is one of our community's gems of a person. Turns out, Imleda had this kohlrabi in her refrigerator and, remembering I enjoyed the vegetable, thought I might enjoy this one. She had called me after I was gone Thursday, but stopped by bright and early Friday morning to leave it on my desk.
Mystery solved. But now, what to do with it?
I did what any good photographer would do. I took a picture of it.
I kept the kohlrabi at the office all day, taking a peek at it every so often, when I needed a smile. When it came time to go to the police department to meet with officer Travis Sundvall and his partner Bosco, I had a problem: I didn't want to leave it in the vehicle because it would get warm and gross. So I put it in my purse so I could bring it in to an air conditioned setting.
Who wouldn't, right?
But then I was trying to dig out the tape recorder. And I have a really big purse. Pushing things aside only works for so long. Eventually, I have to pull things out. Hence, out came the kohlrabi.
I've known Travis as long as he's been an officer in Farmington, so I'm pretty sure nothing I do really surprises him. But when I did the same thing while looking for my billfold at the bar a couple hours later, well, let's just say I don't think the bartender was expecting anything quite like that. He did a double take, to say the least.
I'd just had dinner with my friend and her mom. They both laughed out loud, and my friend gave me the, "Oh, Michelle...." that I so often get when I do what I do.
My giant kohlrabi is home in my refrigerator now, after a busy day touring Farmington last week. I'm guessing that when Imelda dropped it off, she had no idea it was going to go on a Flat Stanley-type trip around town.
But that's the great thing about this town. A goofy little thing like a giant kohlrabi can bring lots of smiles and chuckles. And it provides good fodder for a column, too. Thanks for the fun, Imelda. You might not realize it, but you made my day.
You were right, I do enjoy kohlrabi. Even without cutting in to this one.