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| Pickings straight from the veg plot. |
Reading this blog, you might think that Sue and I lead a
rather idyllic life. Well, we’ve worked hard to get to where we are and I don’t
always write about the downsides. After all, who wants to read about those.
But, to tell you the truth, Sue and I have been having our
problems lately. It’s the arguments. Constant arguments. Always about the same thing.
I guess it stems from a difference in culture. Sue is a
northerner. I am a southerner.
But, alas, it seems that our differences are
irreconcilable.
The subject of our arguments?
These…
On the left, TURNIPS, with their hard, white flesh. These
ones happen to be purple topped.
And on the right, a SWEDE, a winter vegetable with softer,
orange flesh.
It’s not difficult.
White = turnip. Orange = swede.
And coming from Essex, a county where the inhabitants are
fondly known as SWEDEBASHERS (a term developed, presumably, when Essex was
slightly more rural and slightly less a suburb of London), I feel I am well
qualified to judge this matter.
But no! Despite all my logic, Sue insists that there are
turnips and, wait for it, white turnips!!! Yes, that’s right. Read that last
sentence again. It’s not a typo. TURNIPS and WHITE TURNIPS.
Why use two different names for two different vegetables
when you can completely complicate matters?
Not only that but the swede is, according to her, the turnip. And the turnip is the white turnip. Total craziness.
So a plea. Can someone please leave a comment on this blog
telling Sue that she is wrong and I am right.
Please. For the sake of our relationship.
