Oh… the wonderful little old lady told me all about them. She had me taste the difference from the Blue Lake to the French… it was like night and day. Then she told me all about the heirloom garlic that I bought and how it was indigenous to the Washington State Indian tribe.
Then my favorite French gardener had me taste Japanese turnip. It was the first time I had ever tasted a turnip… he said I was a turnip virgin.
A delightful morning.
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