Celery

I bought some celery at the Farmer's Market the other day. Not the pre-cut kind, but a bunch (I think it's called a bunch) of celery for 99 cents. Sometimes celery is just cool, refreshing, and delicious. And when you dip it in blue cheese?! Get out of town...that is the joint right there!

But I digress...

I was cutting the celery up so I would have easier access to it; that is, I could just grab an already washed and cut piece of celery from the fridge, and enjoy it on the spot, rather than washing and cutting it to order. I was filling up a plastic container when Stephanie walked in.

Stephanie: (upon observing my celery-cutting action) "What are you going to do with all that celery?"

Me: "Um, probably eat it."

Stephanie: "Well that's a lot of celery. Are you really going to eat it all?"

Me: "Well, I might have a little bit now, and then save the rest. I just like having it cut and ready to go for when I want to eat it."

Stephanie: "Oh. I thought you were cutting it so you could eat it all right now."

Me: "Nope."

What I really wanted to say was...

"What am I going to do with all this celery? Well, I'm probably going to decorate a little bit with it, and probably glue some to the wall. I might take it to work and sell it. Or I might wear some on my head. I haven't really decided yet."

What else do you do with celery other than eat it? Well, in my world anyway...