Well, there's plenty to say about parsley and the Armenians . . . they love it, they use it as often as they can, both fresh and in dishes . . . Uncle George grew parsley in his flower beds! Marash Girl's dad even made smoothies with parsley (his own home-grown) in orange juice! . . . But what Marash Girl wants to tell you about today is the Armenian lady that she met at Stop & Shop's vegetable counter. Marash Girl was sorting through the parsley and finally settled on a bunch that looked pretty good when she felt a hand on her arm. When she looked around, she saw an old lady, (as it turns out, an old Armenian lady), who scolded her in accented English: "Why are you taking that parsley from the front?. Don't you know that they put the freshest bunches in the back?"
Of course . . . what a dolt Marash Girl was! So, under the watchful gaze of the old Armenian lady, Marash Girl girl placed the bunch of parsley she had had in her hand back onto the front of the counter, and reached way back to get the freshest bunch there was.
"Aferim, aghchig!" said my newfound Armenian advisor . . .