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A MEDIEVAL BESTIARY OF VEGETABLES
This translation of a twelfth-century Latin manuscript, recently discovered in a church near Tring, describes some of the edible plants that were widely believed to roam Europe during the Middle Ages.
The BORAGE, and this can be seen by many, is an apple
that turns itself into a cabbage. For this reason it is much hated by
cidermakers. Moreover if a woman who is with child steps over one, she
is sure to miscarry. Borages are sometimes used to make porridge, from
which they derive their name. When one borage is eaten, then all the
others weep, and so too will there be wailing and gnashing of teeth
at the Last Judgment. The FENNELWYVERN feeds on stinking excrement. So called
because it inhabits the fens, it uses its stalks as legs, and its bulb
to rain blows upon its prey. It is very hard to catch, being so wild
that no man dare approach it, but in the presence of a virgin it will
become tame, and permit itself to be boiled in wine with cinnamon and
aloes. Therefore remain virgins, all ye women, for this will be useful
should you ever encounter a fennelwyvern. The GALINGALE is found in Ethiopia and issues from a union
between a greengage and a nightingale. I have heard that if a man is
sure always to carry a sprig of galingale, and his wife some hazelwort,
they will agree between them all their lives, but if a man carries hazelwort
and his wife galingale, their days will be full of misery, though some
say it is the other way around. The MANDRAKE has roots like the feet of a man. It screams
when uprooted, and makes a pleasing although noisy salad. Should you
find your wife making philtres of mandrake that enable her to fly cackling
through the air, then she is a witch, and verily she should be cast
into fire. The MEDULLA, or marrow, is ten times larger than a hippopotamus,
and lives on the bank of the Nile. It detests camels. In the Hyperborean
regions, a man once sought to train parsnips to hunt medullas, but without
success. Like mice, medullas are born without feet, and just so are
men unable to walk in the path of righteousness until they receive God's
grace. The MER-ONION is rightly called the onion of the sea. The Scythians eat this plant when they are very hungry. We know from Aristotle that it is a slow swimmer, and that when dead it turns into watercress.
The SAMPHIRE is the offspring of a sapphire and a salamander,
and is tasty when pickled. It is sometimes called the sea asparagus,
because it lives in the sea, but once one came onto land in Iceland
for several days, and was even made king of that country. It's worst
enemy is the amberfish, as is well known. The appearance of white samphires
is a good augury, but not so of black ones, and just in this way, good
people are always welcome, but the wicked are shunned. The SHALLOT knows how to take on the form of a beautiful
sheep whose singing lures men to their deaths. This sound, once heard,
can never be forgotten. Sheep who are truly shallots can be identified
by the fact they are always crying. Being pelted with their dung during
Lent is a cure for plague, or so says a man I met in Nottingham. The TAROT is a paltry shrub that protects itself by changing
into a hedgehog at will. It has cloven hooves and the head of a cauliflower.
Moreover there is a stone in one of its florets that, if placed under
the tongue of a dog, predicts whether or not the creature will bite
you. The VEGETABLE LAMB, called also the Scythian lamb, grows
head-downward from a tree. The Lord our Savior was also a Lamb on the
cross, although he did not hang head-downward. However our Lord's cry
to us, namely that we should follow him along the path of righteousness,
can never be forgotten. And yet our Lord is not a vegetable, this being
the point of allegory, that likenesses and unlikenesses are mingled,
to the confusion of the unlearned. Therefore you should not think too
much about these things, lest you be led astray. The WILD CELERY is eaten only for the moving of the bowels.
Also, a salve made from it mixed with the venom of a wolf is sovereign
for all dimness of the eyes. The ZIEBA TREE supports in its lower branches a nest of bare-bosomed men and women who are lost in their own fantasy, contemplating all things seen and unseen. Just so do certain cursed men and women drift off into reveries about prodigious vegetables, when should they not rather be worshipping the Lord our God? Therefore repent ye of frivolous reading, but instead go forth to battle against the darkness.
James Warner lives in San Francisco. He hates filling
in forms. He sees too many rabbits when doing the Rorshach test, and
his daughter refuses to eat anything green. But his socks are being
chewed on by a puppy, and he thinks he'll pull through.
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