my reward for being late to work today was getting to eat the best damn turnip i've ever had.
i got to the field half an hour late because i was up all night trying to ignore the swollen itch spot on my arm from the bee sting i got yesterday while picking cherry tomatoes. (the bee was 'resting' on my shirt. i put my arm down and "motherFUCKER!" rang out across the field, followed by a long series of grumbling curses that, thankfully, no one heard because i was all alone on the field ). the night was spent trying various remedies to stop the bee poison from spreading any further through my arm. none worked. ice bags, benadryl, cortizone, sticking my arm under cold running water. insidious little stinger.
so i got to work late and was in a rather annoyed mood due to the lack of sleep and continued pain in my arm. it's strange how arriving at the field can almost instantly change your perspective. it's just fucking beautiful- the mountains now have white caps from the snow last weekend and everything is dewy and bright and the geese are happy to be flying around honking. and there's stuff GROWING everywhere that you get to PICK and EAT.
after picking a load of spinach (yes, e. coli free.... that's something i could go off on btu won't just yet) i was coming around to being in a better mood. wyatt was showing me the bok choy i was to pick next- it was right next to a big beautiful patch of white turnips, of which i previously had no interest in whatsoever. since when have i wanted to eat a turnip? ever? have i ever actually HAD a turnip? think about it. when was the last time you dined on turnips. they're turnips. he lifted the row cover to show off the white turnips and i was sort of feigning interest - "ya, those look good. ooo, white"- and before i knew it wyatt had shoved a fresh-from-the-ground, whpied off on his shirt, gleaming white turnip in my hands, demanding i try it. great. um ya, i haven't had breakfast, but don't really, um, want a turnip. fine. i'll try it.
DElicious. i don't even know how to describe how yummy it was. sweet and rooty and crunchy yet soft. what a little turnip!
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A quick trip to brother-in-law M.D. would tell you that one should apply a paste mixed firm with baking soda and a tylenal to the sting site to draw out the poison ans soothe the pain. For this and other answers to lifes mysteries consult your brother-in-law.
Ash, your turnip story inspired our baked chicken and roasted fall veggies dinner that night. Mmmm. Turnips! Kind of like cookable rashishes.
Are you experiencing any unexpected healing powers wiht your bee sting? Some people do it on purpose for arthritis. Must be pretty bad if a bee sting feels better.
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