I wanted to have some kind of dramatic title for the post going live after the 2024 US Presidential election, but I'm writing the post before the election, so...I'm just gonna go with something generic and hope it's clickbaity enough that some new fuckers click my link in a moment of existential crisis. I am of the opinion that many existential crises could be solved by what I consider a criminally underutilized ingredient in home cooking: the turnip. I know, I know, you , dear reader, fully appreciate all parts of the turnip in a myriad of different preparations; you , dear reader, eat seven servings of turnips every week; you , dear reader, are the avatar of all that is glorious in cuisine, and an unattainable goal to which we should all aspire; you , dear reader, can fuck yourself - this is for the rest of us. This meal started like most: I grabbed an assortment of veggies and a knife, then applied the knife to the veggies in specific ways. I minced up a few cloves of ...
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