Fresh turnips.
That’s not a sign you see every day.
The sign said …
Fresh.
Turnips.
It’s January in Ohio. And it was just a random farm as I drove down the road. Not a grocery or even what looked like a farm market or produce stand. No signs of life. But I couldn’t stop saying …
Fresh.
Turnips.
Much like Hugh Jackman in Kate & Leopold utters with conviction …
Fresh.
Creamery.
Butter.
Haven’t seen the film? You should.
I can’t say I’m a huge fan of turnips. Not that I’m a hater of them, I just haven’t cooked with them much. According to this article, “the humble root veggie is reaching a new, hip status.” Who knew? An advertisement by the side of the road for a more popular vegetable wouldn’t have been a surprise, but apparently I’m behind on the news.
I assume the sign was leftover from the fall harvest season. Perhaps I need to figure out when the high season is for …
Fresh.
Turnips.
… and put them on my shopping list.
I’ve spent a good bit of time thinking this week. I mean, putting jigsaw puzzles together while thinking.
I have said about writing that it’s 90% wasting time and 10% putting words on a page.
Writing is 90% wasting time & 10% putting words on a page. ~Jennifer Grashel #amwriting Share on XBut it’s not really wasting time. Living life and thinking thoughts are part of the equation.
What thoughts am I thinking right now?
Mostly that I feel like I’m coming down with something. I popped some Benadryl last night and slept like Rip Van Winkle. I might need a repeat dose.
Also that transitioning to a new laptop is a pain, but I’m grateful for a good deal and help and I’m happy with continuing progress.
Also I wonder if, with the rain and fog we’ve had, my mold allergy is really what’s setting me off.
Also I have another jigsaw puzzle waiting for me at home.
Also I wonder if fresh turnips have magical healing powers like tortilla soup does.
Until next week, stay healthy, friends.
