It’s still yam week, but I haven’t cooked any yams yet because I haven’t found a volunteer to go to the farmers’ market with me to root out the authentic Library of Congress science nerd version of the real thing. I had been doing well at the farmers’ market lately, navigating the imposing bins with ease, but on my most recent trip I went in search of a rutabaga and wound up in the check-out line with a tap root. I thought maybe tap root was just special farmers’ market code language for rutabaga, but I asked just in case. The cashier didn’t even blink.
Continue reading “battle 28–yams–day 2”
It’s yam time. When I saw yams were next on the list I finally thought I must have been smoking crack when I put this list together, because aren’t yams winter-y? And haven’t we established that spring has sprung? And then I thought, isn’t yam just another word for sweet potato (which I handily defeated in the fall)? Like how corn and maize are kind of the same thing. Aren’t they? I wasn’t really sure about any of this so I decided not to wholly abandon yams until I had consulted an authoritative source, like…my parents, the people who instilled in me absolutely no values about eating fresh food. Naturally. Continue reading “battle 28–yams–day 1, void”
After last week’s relatively successful turn with turnips and rutabagas, I didn’t feel the full-on pressure to have a go at either of them again, but since I had two extra turnips I figured I might as well try them good and mashed. Continue reading “battle 27–turnips–day 2”
It’s the last day of March and I’m having my final winter vegetable showdown with rutabaga and turnips. Why do early what you can put off to the last minute? That’s what I always say. Continue reading “battles 26 & 27–rutabaga & turnips–day 1”
In my effort to put off eating turnips as long as possible (I have until the end of March, which is plenty of time) I decided to make muffins for dinner last night. This decision was informed not by a remarkable lack of food in the house (although there was a remarkable lack of food in the house) but by a family tradition of eating breakfast for supper when the day was too long and the night was too short to come up with anything better or more creative. And when there was a remarkable lack of food in the house. Continue reading “waxing philosophical–jvv gets fancy”
I must disclose to you two pieces of information about my snow peas meal before we get started: 1) I ate the peas, I liked them, I won them; and 2) I gagged, retched, and fought back puke all the way through dinner. Continue reading “battle 25–snow peas–day 1”
Since Melissa had hooked me on sugar snap peas by saying if I could eat sugar snap I could eat snow and then I hated sugar snap, I was becoming especially fearful that I would despise snow peas, even in spite of their jolly name. Continue reading “battle 24–mystery peas–day 2”