Soiled Friends

Yes, you have reached it, the locus of shame, the seamier side of the garden, the vegetables with their unnatural devotees and a hidden place in society.

Truly, regrettably, it is time to talk about turnips. Yes, I mention turnips, the soiled creations that strikes unholy feelings in the hearts of their followers. They look innocent, surely, but harden yourself to their blushing charms, their curves, their haunting ways....

The dirty scoundrel who leads the turnip cult is a Baldrick, and those who know of him shiver... and clamp clothespins across their nasal passages. But we, who are parsnip lovers, cannot sit in judgement (although we already did, obviously), for the love of rooted vegetables can be... well.... deeply rooted.

And there are webpages, yea, sites of evil so strong that YOU are fiercely warned against their very URLs, the deeply dreaded rot that creeps through the turf of the Web to slither into your soul with naughty thoughts about round rooted veggies, yea, even turnips and rutabagas. Caution, my friends, go not unto those pages that devote themselves to the nether roots. Go not, travel not unto:

Haiku with Occasional Turnips in Them
Musical Turnips

But instead, travel ye to safer regions, to places where properly brought-up vegetables are placed on tasty pedestals. Travel ye here:

Parsnip Recipes
Saucy Pictures of Parsnips
Parsnips as Pets
Parsnips in Paris
Parsnip Poetry

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Last modified: August 27, 1997

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