Quotes About Turnips

He doesn't seem to have been one of those food faddists who'll eat any mortal thing so long as it isn't cooked. My sister's husband's like that. Raw carrots, raw peas, raw turnips. But

To make matters worse, he added in a deep voice that made her shiver, I love turnips. It was indecent that the man could make a sentence as abhorrent as I love turnips sound like an improper proposition. But Dougal MacLean managed it.

Temperance pursed her lips, her eyes firmly fixed on the growing mound of chopped turnip roots. "Do you think anyone really likes turnips?" "Temperance…" Temperance poked the tip of her knife into a white cube and held it up. "They are very filling, of course, but really, when was the last time you heard someone say, 'Oh, I'm so very fond of turnips'?

Not all vegetables are this draining. Lettuce doesn't bring heartache. Turnips don't ask for your soul. Potatoes don't care where you are or even where they are. Tomatoes cuddle up to anyone who'll give them mulch and sunshine. But giants like Max need you every second. You can forget about a whiz-bang social life.

How would some townsman feel who loved his city, and knew that a band of farmers with their ploughs threatened his very pavements and would tear his high buildings down? As he would feel, fearing that turnips would thrive where his busses ran, so I felt and feared for Lisronagh.

These Atlantikoinonia. They're human? (Acheron) What else would they be? Turnips? (Tory)

I have keen eyes. I once caught a leprechaun you know." I looked at him skeptically. "Aren't those Irish?" "Sure. He was over in the homeland on an exchange basis. We sent the Irish three turnips and a sheep's bladder in trade." "Doesn't seem like much of a trade." "Oh, I think it was a sparking good one, seeing as to leprechauns are imaginary and all. Hello, Prof. How's your kilt?" "As imaginary as your leprechaun

make that a condition of being the Mockingjay." "That I can feed you turnips?" he says. "No, that we can hunt." That gets

Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.

Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children,

What are those purple things?" "Carrots." "Carrots are orange." "And purple." He didn't mention the turnips and cauliflower in the mix. He knew his quarry. "Why would somebody dye a harmless carrot purple?" "They're not dyed, they're natural. Have some more wine," he said, topping off her glass, "and try them out.

....try the mustard, - a man can't know what turnips are in perfection without mustard.

Papa mole comes along tunneling under the garden and he sniffs and he says: I smell rutabagas. And Mama mole comes along behind him and she sniffs and she says: I smell turnips. And Baby mole comes along and sniffs and what does Baby mole say he smells? He say he dont smell nothin but molasses. They

Crops starting out as weeds included rye and oats, turnips and radishes, beets and leeks, and lettuce.

spooning raisin sauce over the turnips on his plate.