When I saw these bright green nopales this morning at the farmer's market, I had to buy them, even though they stabbed me repeatedly as I tried to put them into my bag. My thumb is still smarting.
The man at the booth told me they were from Fresno, and I have to admit: I wasn't sure whether Fresno was more or less than 100 miles away. I've never been there, and have never wanted to go, but seriously, how embarassing.
So now I have these pretty, prickly paddle-shaped things; five of them only set me back $1.45.
Whatever shall I do with them?
