About turnips.

I belong a very small minority of turnip eaters.  I love the vegetable's adolescent look of overgrown blushing radish.  When cooked, turnips look almost exactly like potatoes except for the slight transparency of their flesh but whereas the potato will bore your tongue with  starchiness the turnip will tease your taste buds with silky delight.

I am incensed at the turnip's  undeserved reputation for blandness.   There is nothing bland about a tuber that  pricks your tongue when raw.  End of story.  This blandness deal  is all a big misunderstanding and it is high time we turn the tide.   There are too many injustices in this world and here is an  easy cause to remedy:
let's right the wrongs of turnips. 

This is a perfect project for beginning activists.  It entails neither political backlash nor religious persecution.  The financial investment is miniscule,  the rewards guaranteed and immediate.  Go ahead!  Unite in the great "Free the turnip campaign".    Buy a pound of the stuff or buy two.  Life is too short not to take an insignificant risk.

 Go home.  Boil your turnips and dress them up: turnip and caviar, turnip and chipotle salsa, turnip comfit, turnip "a la creme", turnip en croute. 

Be  bold and stand for the underdog for God's sake!

 And next time someone calls you a turnip, thank them and give them a jar of your prize-winning turnip compote.  It is never too late make a minuscule statement.

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[lola]

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