It’s hip to be, er, hip.
I’ve never been a big fan of roses. The lovely, cabbage-y ones that grace English cottage gardens and magazine covers? Those I like. But the perfectly uniform red ones grown in a hothouse and sold by the dozen every Valentine’s Day for $14.99 – or $30 at the Boy Scout fundraiser? Those I can do without.
For as long as I can remember my favorite flowers have been white tulips. I also dig pretty much anything orange or chartreuse.
So I’d never have guessed the object of my latest floral affection would be related to a rose:
First a little background. I love Trader Joe’s, but since it’s about 20 minutes from my house I don’t go there very often. When I do, I can’t resist their flowers — arguably the best, least expensive and most unique to be found. At least if you live in Mesa, Arizona.
During my trek to TJ’s yesterday, I spotted the coolest berry-looking things in a perfect-for-fall orangey red for $3.99. Although I wasn’t in the market for flowers and had no idea what they were, I grabbed the only bunch.
As I was checking out the cashier exclaimed, “Oh, rose hips. I love rose hips!”
Of course I’ve heard of rose hip tea, and even purchased Vitamin C ‘with rose hips,’ but I’ve never stopped to consider the source. Turns out not only are they edible and high in Vitamin C, rose hips are actually the seed pods of roses. (Um, Einstein? No.) And they happen to look pretty great hastily plunked in a vase.
Rose hips — officially the best part of the pedestrian rose bush.
And my new favorite fall flower.