Missed identity

Two strange incidents of misidentification this week.

A Brussel Sprout plant I bought at the Farmer’s Market months ago has sprouted a head of brocolli.

The second yesterday I bought a lamb steak, labelled as such, cooked it, ate in and 5 mouthfuls later realized I was certainly eating beef, not lamb at all.

There’s the question of visual recognition in all this, which I shall evade. I read rather than examine.