I really do like parsnips. Roasted, for preference. Best part of a roast dinner.
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I really do like parsnips. Roasted, for preference. Best part of a roast dinner.
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Something I’ve been wondering since the last week’s update is, why doesn’t he just leave? Tells her goodbye and heads off in the morning, I don’t think she ever forbid him from doing that and actually seems to actively dislike having him around.
That’s a pretty good point.
Partly it’s because the forest is too cold and hostile for him to survive the night on his own. Partly because the Witch flies around in a cooking pot, and there’s the risk that if he makes a run for it she’ll chase him down for failing in the task she set him. Partly because of the previously-mentioned-in-comments thing about there being unspoken rules of the fey realms concerning the giving and receiving of favours – the day’s task is for the previous night’s shelter, so if he leaves before repaying that favour she would have all kinds of metaphysical leverage over him.
Parsnips are vastly underrated. Whipped, they make an excellent addition to cauliflower for a low-glycemic carb substitute for mashed potatoes. And, like you said, great roasted. Just stick ’em in the bottom of the ol’ roasting pan, and they complete the meal.
Also, your comic is great. I’ve read it all, have silently lurked with an rss feed for months, and really enjoy the woodcut-like artwork and the interesting writing.
But, seriously. Parsnips.
Thank you very much – I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it, and that you’ve commented to say so. We are also in firm agreement on the subject of parsnips. 😀
All Hail this King among Root Vegetables.
This whole storyline seems to be about favours – good thing he was nice to those people/creatures/living organisms before.
Now, y’see, I was strongly under the impression that his sweeping and tidying was payment for staying the night, and that filling the woodshed was payment for that nights stay.
I have to second this.
Perhaps it was only payment for trespassing in the first place?
Personally, the state of “filled-ness” of the woodshed was the highlight of this update… well, that and the expression on Mr. Bear as his made light of our hero’s plight… well done sir! And aye… Parsnips… a fine and noble root it is! Fried as chips or crisps… whipped, roasted, sauteeted, puree’ed into a soup with white beans to thicken and add richness… however one does it, Parsnips are fine and divine!!
Just ram a lot of trees into the shed… Its full!
Hahaha, wonder what you will do when she asks for firewood from the shed?