In this case rutabagas.
Thanksgiving morning I braved the cold and led my children out on a rutabaga hunt, manfully killed one and brought it back for my wife to cook.
Okay, strictly speaking my wife showed me where in the garden the rutabagas were, and I went out with the kids, my son dug them up while my daughter took pictures of herself and I supervised the whole operation. But you get the idea.
I WAS JUST TAKING DUMB PICTURES SO WE WOULD ALWAYS REMEMBER THIS ADVENTURE.
ReplyDelete- James L. Nelson's daughter