Turnips: The Forgotten Tuber

While the Santa Monica farmer’s market buzzed with Sunday morning action, as the turnips seemed destined to simply watch quietly. Three or four to a bundle, each bundle just a dollar a piece, I began to feel a little bad for the turnip, the way you watch an acquaintance fidget awkwardly alone at a party.

Spaghetti Squash Marinara

My dear winter squash, it’s so good to have you back. Summer squash was really just a fling – it has nothing on your simple, grounding flesh that leaves me feeling all warm inside. Whenever I hear someone using you in a recipe, I’m instantly attracted. You’re that good.