Well, you can peel it, slice it, and eat it raw – goes exceedingly well with a plain buttered bread (real bread, not the American kind), maybe a side of horseradish… Or you can peel it, grate it, and stew it in a pan until soft, add a bit of sour cream and thicken with flour, and serve with boiled potatoes.
I think “American bread” refers to store-bought pre-sliced white bread. My grandparents have a homemade bread recipe that makes everything made of grain taste a little bit worse in comparison.
I think a rutabaga would make a better murder weapon. They’re smelly, hard as a lead pipe and most people wouldn’t recognize one if it hit them on the head. I could see this turning into a new tv series though: Law and Order: Vegetable Crimes Division! 😛
“Sir, I’m afraid this might be outside our jurisdiction.”
“What? This man was clearly killed with a plant.”
“The thing is, sir… that’s a tomato.”
“Dammit.”
Well, you can peel it, slice it, and eat it raw – goes exceedingly well with a plain buttered bread (real bread, not the American kind), maybe a side of horseradish… Or you can peel it, grate it, and stew it in a pan until soft, add a bit of sour cream and thicken with flour, and serve with boiled potatoes.
You will be the first one I pin a murder on with my Kohlrabi.
What is ‘non-American’ bread?
You rub some dirt in it and it’s, somehow, better?
I think “American bread” refers to store-bought pre-sliced white bread. My grandparents have a homemade bread recipe that makes everything made of grain taste a little bit worse in comparison.
I think its high time you combined your D&D with your “Weird vegetables” tropes to produce new tactics for both
I think a rutabaga would make a better murder weapon. They’re smelly, hard as a lead pipe and most people wouldn’t recognize one if it hit them on the head. I could see this turning into a new tv series though: Law and Order: Vegetable Crimes Division! 😛
“Sir, I’m afraid this might be outside our jurisdiction.”
“What? This man was clearly killed with a plant.”
“The thing is, sir… that’s a tomato.”
“Dammit.”