My knowledge of food is not strong.
(See also strangeness - my inability to recognize it.)
You should have seen me helping Sylvia [a blind friend of mine] in the cafeteria. “Then there are some flat brown things, and some kind of, uh, beans or something.” In retrospect, having brought my full powers of analysis to bear, I think they were potatoes and string beans. I almost got it.
Original version, April 1994.
Updated and added here January 2012.