There's no getting blood out of a turnip.
From fried witchetty grubs to gold-plated turnips, when you're a writer you never know what's going to appear on your plate next. It keeps a woman alert, it does.
But we had young turnips and mustard greens in our befuddled stomach that day, and these things make bravery.
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