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One of my favorite parts of this job is the people I get to meet and the largely unknown, tucked-away places in the Lowcountry it takes me into.
One such place was Tom Barnwell's garden. Tom maintains the land at the corner of Gumtree and Squire Pope Road, where you'll often see horses running around the tabby ruins of an old antebellum house.
Behind that house is a lush garden filled with all sorts of native produce. Tom graciously welcomed me to pick a few for myself, which I did will resisting the urge to make Super Mario Bros. 2 jokes (for those of you outside my demographic, Super Mario Bros. 2 was a video game that revolved around picking radishes and hurling them at tiny creatures in Greek theatre masks. The 1980s were a strange time for all of us).
Well now I've brought these veggies back to the office, and suddenly a debate has broken out. I thought they were radishes, but my publisher, who actually eats vegetables and is thus more an authority than myself, swears they are turnips.
Any readers care to weigh in? It's sort of important to know, since there's a 50/50 chance the leaves are poisonous depending on what I just picked here.
UPDATE: They're turnips.
