My favorite bouquet from him, however, had no flowers. I don't remember the occasion, but I treasure the memory of him presenting me with an artful arrangement of vegetables. It sounds odd -- well, it was odd -- but it was lovely. Red onions mixed with tall white leeks, and they were off set by a couple of long-stemmed, purple-edged artichokes. Instead of baby's breath I received a spray of broccoli. It even smelled good in a hearty, savory way. It took me several days before I took the whole thing apart and used its beauty in a whole new way -- supper.