I positively relish the quirky and the mis-shaped veg. It reminds me of my youth (OMG - you just wouldn't want to know how long ago that was
) when the local market had all sorts of veg and fruit in huge piles, and no-one cared about the shape or the dirt on the spuds etc. We ate loads of seasonal stuff (none of these beans from Kenya and the like, let alone "mini sweetcorn" which, in my eyes, is unformed, under-ripe and flavourless!). The worst time of year was late spring. Green = cabbage. And more cabbage. And more . . . well, you get the picture. Boring doesn't come into it. But it meant that the first peas and new potatoes tasted wonderful!
Aaaah! nostalgia - it ain't wot it used ter be 