“Radish Murder Mystery*”


(October 23, 2018)

skulking past carrots

hear a radish cry when pulled

salad murder**

 

*(Once when youngest niece declared independence from animal protein I looked ‘cross-table her way, winked exaggeratedly, and proposed: “honey, I have heard carrots cry when they are pulled. And radishes cry louder.” Her mom was unamused.)

**(What I wrote (approx.) on the Facebook-flung version of the above was similar but different: it wound up with a short treatise concerning the careful consideration I made holding forth on radishes and carrots instead of, say, beans-n-rice and the need to start learning to tolerate if not like epazote in re to counteract the olfactory and aural accompaniment to such victuals.  I ended with this lament: it remains my fondest hope one day to play a Bach Sonata on my Phart-O-Matic.)

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