S.S.: When we were at the vegetable market, which was basically a deli, the produce wasn’t great. The carrots were horsy, the turnips looked like they were distantly related to turnips.
I read this and thought Clearly a bid for inclusion in this soon-to-be-shuttered blog. What people will write . . . because of course there is no such thing as a horsy carrot, right? And, yet, I and probably everybody in the greater New York area who read that sentence know exactly what Mr. Sifton was talking about. We know horsy carrots! (And we know Whole Foods generally does not carry them. Even Fairway's are, at worst, pony carrots.)
In short, this is an inspired application of the word horsy, and catapults horsy into the semifinalists circle.
|NOT a horsy carrot|
[via Edith Zimmerman's Food + Art
at http://thehairpin.com/2011/09/food-art ]