I didn't digest this story well, but it did remind me of The Winter of the
Parsnips. My husband had a bumper crop of this white root veggie. All four of
our children claim that we ate parsnips every night for months. One of those
infamous nights, I was sick of transporting parsnip tops, cores and peelings to
the compost so I stuffed them into the garbage disposal. It whirred and shredded
and struggled with this fibrous mess until it ground to a halt. Fortunately my spouse was in a good mood that night and cheerfully went with
me to the crawl space beneath the house where we opened a portal to our drain.
Out gushed a green chopped mess of parsnip remains along with nasty sludge that
was enough to make a sewer rat ill. There we were in a confined space laughing
merrily and vowing that we'd have a break from parsnips. We do still eat
them. One favorite is potatoes Pasternak, which is potatoes and parsnips mashed
together with sour cream, butter and other high calorie enhancements. These days
all unusable veggie parts (for us) go to friends' poultry.