A few pictures from the local H-Mart.
When I was a kid, we had none of this variety and even now, at age 60, I do not know the names of most of the roots sold at the local store.
The upside is that we no longer live in a world of seasons, as food comes from all over the world, and very little of it has so much as a spot or a bruise. Amazing!
Those who groan that we no longer have local vegetable farms fail to note why: we also no longer have slave labor or vast pools of unfree illegal immigrant labor jungled up in remote work camps and forced to dink polluted water while sharing an outhouse with 70 others.
If a food crop cannot be mechanized at scale, then it should be grown closer to labor sources that can plant, weed, or pick it by hand.
We can import people or goods, and goods are almost always a better choice for all.
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