“Eruca sativa (syn. E. vesicaria subsp. sativa (Miller) Thell., Brassica eruca L.), also known as rocket or arugula, is an edible plant.” (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arugula) Verbatim from none other than trusty Wikipedia. Now that the obvious has been taken care of, most of you are probably wondering, “What the hell is wrong with this guy? Is he some crazy organic chef or does he just have a fetish for his healthy greens?” Perfectly reasonable questions. I would probably make the same wise-crack smart-ass remarks myself, if I were not me.
Fortunately, I am me so I can let you in on the secret. Let me preface that, however, by congratulating those who already do know what edible leaves have to do with anything. And let me warn anyone who was seriously thinking, “Arugula?! Is this guy some sort of socialist? Real Americans eat iceberg lettuce!” to please leave this blog and never return. You’ll be happy for taking me up on that advise, and we all will be happy when you shut Rush Limbaugh off your car radio and stop blasting it to all the vehicles around you. For those of you only sarcastically challenging my patriotism, I tip my imaginary hat to you.
Indeed, I based the name of this post and blog on a vegetable that has turned into an insult comparable to being called communist in the 1950s. I suppose we can also add to the blog’s name: latte sipping (true), sushi dining (true), Volvo driving (true for my dad, oddly enough I drive an Oldsmobile), gay loving (well, if by loving we mean I want them to get equal rights as human beings then true), atheist (…actually pantheist, but what’s the difference with believing in a universal deity and not believing in any supernatural power?). Oh and as to being an arugula-eater, that’s false. I actually get romaine, but I despise iceberg lettuce. Seriously, where is the flavor in that stuff?
However, I digress. (If you are any kind of grammar/organization nazi, you probably will hate my sentence variety for my transitions) The point is now you probably have figured out most of my political affiliations and views, so that is no longer a question of debate amongst my near non-existent readers. Since you are here, you might as well sit back and buckle up for this ride. I don’t want to get a ticket because you are some sort of loser who thinks he or she is too badass for safety devices. We’ll see where this blog goes. But now you know about arugula at least.
