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Protest of the Root People

The root people were gearing up for war. They had their swords and axes out. They were heading toward the store, Where a rude man had been a lout. We are taking all our kin home, they said. You will have no more turnips or produce. I stood back and watched the mandrakes As they let their tempers loose. The shopkeeper was sorry, he appealed to the potato. I am sorry, she said, but you’ll have to settle for tomato. The root people stay angry for days, and sometimes weeks. So this means no rutabagas or beets or maybe leeks.

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Date: 10/29/2020 5:15:00 PM
I've never had a rutabaga. Are they good?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/30/2020 8:19:00 AM
I had one once, and my mother was a fabulous cook, so I imagine it was not as good as she had hoped and I do not remember the taste.

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