Not too long ago someone asked me why I don’t do any name that vegetable posts any more. The truth is that I’ve run out of vegetable to name. But I think I may be able to scare some unusual produce in the future.
So, back by popular demand (In this case popular demand is one person asking me about it) is Name That Vegetable. Here is the veggie in question today.
I saw this video on White Readers Meet Black Authors and I thought it was funny, but I was shocked when I got to the end and realized it was a BYU video because I swear the guy curses in the middle of it. I watched again just to check and I swear the guy says F%$@ in the middle of this video. It seems strange that BYU would make a promotional video about using the Harold B. Lee Library with a swear word in the middle. Anyway, watch it and tell me, do you hear a swear word? What the heck is happening at BYU these days?
Yesterday I talked with my mother on the phone and she asked me if I’d gotten any interesting vegetables in my vegetable box lately. I told her that I didn’t. “Just normal summer things,” I said, “like tomatoes and zucchini and lettuce.”
Imagine my surprise when I opened my box this morning and discovered this.
Do you have any idea what it is?
Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s a black radish. The question is what do I do with it? Does it go in a salad? Do I cook it? Do I ferment it? I have no idea.
Finding the perfect music to write to is so important. Songs creep into my imagination and plant the seeds for stories.
Recently I’ve been listening to The Sea by Corinne Bailey Rae. I’m not usually into pop albums. I’m not really mainstream and I don’t usually like my music to be mainstream either, but there’s something about this album. Check it out. That’s an affiliate link, just so you know. I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to put one over on them. Which I wouldn’t be. I’m just saying I like the album. If you like it too maybe you should buy it. Maybe you might even use my affiliate link to do so.
Here’s a video from it.
“Have you heard of Morris dancing?” my husband asked.
Curious I looked it up. Morris dancing a a type of English folk dancing in which the dancers wield sticks, swords or handkerchiefs. This description intrigued me even more so I watched a video of it on You Tube.
“See. This is your heritage,” I said to my husband.
“Yeah, no wonder I have such bad time,” he laughed.
My stepson likes countries. He can tell you the name of the leader of just about any country and the type of government they run. He has lots of very strong opinions about these leaders and governments.
Lately, he’s taken to naming a country and then asking if I’d like to go there. I think he would base his decision on whether or not he approves of their government. That’s probably a good way to make that decision, but as with most things, I found myself making that decision with my stomach.
“How about Thailand?” he’d ask.
“Yeah, I’d go there. I really like their curry.”
“Of course, I’ll go any place with curry.”
“How about Iran?”
“No, I don’t think so.” I’d watched part of a show on the BBC the previous day called Taste of Iran. I’d only watched the first 20 minutes, but the food just didn’t seem appealing. It was so unappealing that I had to just turn the show off.
Most people travel to see the sites. They want to have their pictures taken next to famous landmarks. I want to travel the world with my taste buds. I’d rather eat something I’ve never eaten before than see something in real life that I’ve seen in pictures a million times before.
It’s time to play another round of name that vegetable. I got this in my vegetable box last week and had no idea what it was or what to do with it. Before you read any further take a close look and see if you can name this vegetable.
After much investigation (otherwise known as reading the reciept that was inside the box), I figured out that this is a kohl rabi. After some more investigation, I decided to make a delicious curry with it.
We’ve been getting organic vegetables delivered these days. It’s been really good. What’s in the box changes week to week and you never know exactly what to expect.
This week I opened the box and discovered this.
Isn’t it great! The note inside my box said, “Some of you were lucky to receive a Romanesco cauliflower this week.” I thought I was just getting vegetables delivered, but now I feel like I’ve won the lottery–the cauliflower lottery. Okay, maybe that’s not such a great lottery to win.