Has it really come to this – writing about root vegetables?
I’m quite tickled (rhymes with pickled, which is one of the things you do with them) that “The Last Turnip” was accepted for publication in the journal Souvenir. It’s linked here. Be sure to scroll all the way down, beneath my photo, to see the “souvenir” referred to in the story. Thanks to Ava for sharing the experience with me and for the photo.
Virginia Woolf isn’t in this essay, but she wrote a lot about food, knowing, as I’ve discovered, how it captures so much of life. In a letter to a friend, she said: “Why is there nothing written about food—only so much thought? I think a new school might arise, with new adjectives and new epithets, and a strange beautiful sensation, all new to print.”
You’re probably wondering – can this be beet? And what will turnip next? Stop me if you carrot all…