One Great Bite
by Ann Thurlow
If life had an official vegetable, I believe it should be the kohlrabi. When it is young, it is green and tender and vulnerable. Its skin has not hardened; it doesn’t take much to pierce its defenseless heart. But meet up with a kohlrabi in winter and you meet something else. The skin is tougher, the flesh gives a little more resistance. But you know what? It’s still delicious. It still has the same sweet heart.