Or at least it was back in 2018.
Last week, my traveling nurse friend, Drew (the one I spent a weekend in KC with a while back), texted me a picture of the beef stroganoff he had made for dinner.
Which launched into a conversation about cooking in general. And how Drew has never fed me but likes to share all the delicious things he makes via text.
…what a stomach tease.
During our conversation, I discovered Drew likes to add a dash of saffron into his paela. And in other dishes he makes.
SORRY TO RUIN YOUR SECRET INGREDIENT INGREDIENT!
This is when Drew shared the price of saffron. I choked. Then I wondered how it compared with cocaine. Because I’m naturally curious about things I probably shouldn’t be curious about.
But the fun didn’t stop after my Google search that confirmed saffron, in 2018 (not so sure how it ranks now) was more expensive than coke.
Drew proceeded to gift me with the most wonderful follow up texts. I will never look at saffron the same again.
“Saffron is hand picked. Saffron is the stamen of a flower. Yes…you are cooking with flower dicks“.
“Oh, I’m sorry, wrong genitals. You are cooking with flower vaginas”.
…you’re welcome.
More posts to come.
