Being the lamest cook on the planet, I don't have much in the fridge and you'd think what little I have wouldnt be in a plastic bag for months. Sept 28, I purchased two turnips. January 31, I pulled them out and cursed.
Why do somethings fight so hard to survive?
For months, since May I think, I've brooded about a frickin' sweet potatoe that refuses to rot, die, content to live in a ceramic dish without water or soil. In December, I thought to show compassion. I laid the damn thing across a pot of moist, fresh soil giving this concentration camp survivor full assess to at least a four star restaurant. Sigh. January 31, I lifted it. No roots, no rot, just strong turgid leaves and stem. Well, now it's a race to see if turnip decays, kills, mates with, or ignores sweet potatoe who will obviously outlast the cockroachs when armageddon happens.