An optimist would say that the Cod had the chance to spend the weekend with friends and family (it's true, actually, but sad it takes dying or marrying to get folks moving). (And! They sure know how to eat chili, which was good for my soul.) Among the luminaries was the mom of two actual Berkeley school kids, kids I like to call A-Train and Ironhead. I mentioned the aforementioned Atlantic edible schoolyard contretemps. We were wafted away before we had a chance to finish this conversation, but Dr. CP was definitely team Alice. (The creeping team this/team that meme suggests that Stephenie Meyers is contrbuting to the devolution of our public discourse, as well as our private relationships, but that's a story for another time). The crux of Dr. CP's response to my recapitulation of the article was that the edible schoolyard program had the laudable effect of making kids excited about eating vegetables, b/c of the knowledge they gain by growing them. West Virginia is a long way from Berkeley, but Jamie Oliver's experience suggests she might be on the money:
Also, it's dismaying, but crying? First Tebow, now this. Is men crying the brown boot of 2k10?

Tomatoes and potatoes are in the same family and genus so I can see how someone might confuse them. When people hear the word deadly nightshade, all bets are off. But being reduced to tears over it? I didn't think the Brits were that emotive a people.
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