I've always loved turnips.
Perhaps an odd choice of affection, but really, their gorgeous fuschia top melts into the creamy white of their base. And their shape isn't rough and porous. It's curvy and smooth. Sensuous, really. And inside, their pungency counters the otherwise delicate flesh.
Well, my affection was renewed when my lovely friend, Juli, gave me this beautiful offering from her garden. All of the turnip love came rushing back. Perhaps there hasn't been a better specimen than this one raised from the earth by my dear friend's hands. Quite the gift.
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