It's been well over twenty years since I last ate kohlrabi. This exotic looking veggie was commonplace in my Grandpa and Grandma Karela's backyard. I remember sitting on the back porch as Grandpa would cut off a slice of this German radish-cabbage crossbreed. Couldn't pass it up this weekend at the farmer's market. But now that it sits on my counter, I'm not quite sure what to do with it. I googled and yahooed this vegetable, desperate to find a recipe that seemed courageous enough to take on this little sputnik. Decided to pass on the kohlrabi empanadas and go the old fashioned route...eat it raw.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Great Grandpa Karela
It's been well over twenty years since I last ate kohlrabi. This exotic looking veggie was commonplace in my Grandpa and Grandma Karela's backyard. I remember sitting on the back porch as Grandpa would cut off a slice of this German radish-cabbage crossbreed. Couldn't pass it up this weekend at the farmer's market. But now that it sits on my counter, I'm not quite sure what to do with it. I googled and yahooed this vegetable, desperate to find a recipe that seemed courageous enough to take on this little sputnik. Decided to pass on the kohlrabi empanadas and go the old fashioned route...eat it raw.
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