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Well here I am. CrazyBoard.org. Until to-day I never heard of it. But this place is something I have been looking for, a long time now.

Without going into a lot of details at the moment, I found this place trying to do a search on kohlrabi versus the infamous mao diet.

Most of my life has been a quest to find satisfaction in loneliness - that being because no matter who I was with or what I was doing, I was too "strange" for them. So they would quit being with me. Easier not to bother trying.

The only peace-of-mind I found was in the Navy: at least with the highly structured lifestyle and regulations, it both gave me a place where I could excell, and to a degree defended me from the excesses of those who equate "strange person" with such verbs as "ignore," "humiliate," or "anihilate," especially after I was high enough ranked that no one would do such things (at least to my face).

I was diagnosed as both epileptic (after an incident falling off a helicopter doing maintenance), and anorexic and bipolar I (since changed by the Veterans Administration to schizoaffective), and in a matter of weeks, I went from a highly-sought after electronics technician, computer administrator, shop supervisor of seventeen years active service, and husband and father; to a pariah, discharged, divorced, and prohibited from seeing my son for 9 years, in a matter of weeks. Seventeen years of military service and eleven years of marriage - gone. And here I thought psychiatry was supposed to be "helpful" to you.

For as long as I was married, I remained alone thereafter, frequently homeless or sofasurfing, my only outlet performing concerts and Renaissance Faires on the hammered dulcimer - I could meet folk or such and never really say anything to them - didn't want anything to do with anyone, and with Direct Deposit I didn't even have to go to the bank to cash my disability cheque.

But not too long ago, in another place on the Internet, I met a wonderful woman, to whom I am now married for the last six months, and trying once again to participate in the world.

And the kohlrabi question? I have been taking an MAOI (Parnate) since 1995. My wife wants to plant kohlrabi in the garden, but neither of us can find out if it will work on the blasted diet plan. Anyone got an idea? Does anyone know what kohlrabi even is?


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Howdy, welcome!

A kohlrabi is a root plant in the cabbage family. The root is about the size of a turnip, but the thick leaf stalks grow directly out of the root sides, versus the top. They will grow easily in midwest gardens, we had them when I was a kid.

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Hi, Anymouse---and welcome. It sounds like you've had a long and bumpy journey to get here.

We grow kohlrabi all the time. I kinda think of it as an above-ground turnip. There is a green variety and a purple variety. They grow well in cool weather, and I used to plant them in late July to harvest in the fall. You can also plant them in the spring as soon as your ground is workable. They are pretty hardy in cold weather---as AM said, they are in the cabbage family.

We like to eat them when they're no bigger than a tennis ball. The larger they get, the woodier they are. I slice them as thinly as I can and eat the slices, or cut them into matchsticks and put them in salads. In eastern Europe, they cook them and mash them like turnips, but I prefer them raw.

I love gardening and have grown vegetables for many years, so ask away if you have more questions.


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I'll tell this story here, since it will have meaning to very few:

The father of a schoolmate of mine had been a tail gunner on B-17's, and was shot down over Germany in WWII. Everyone made it out of the plane safely, but they were rounded up and put in a line. The soldiers went down the line, checking nametags and pocket contents. The leader came to him, saw the name Schultz and asked "Why did you come back to bomb the Fatherland?". A moment later the rest of the crew were all shot dead, and he was sent to a prisoner camp in the East of Germany.

After several years as a prisoner the Russians were advancing into Germany and were just a few miles away. The sound of battle was near. The German guards forced all the allied airmen to start marching West, so the Russians wouldn't capture them. No provision was made to feed the prisoners. One day they were marching past a house and garden. Starving he dared to dash in and grab a frozen kohlrahbi from the ground, stuffed it into his jacket and stumbled back into the marching group. It was the only thing he had to eat for the two weeks they marched. Eventually they were liberated by the Allies, and he returned home to start a family.

Ever since he told me that story, I have had the image of a frozen kohlrahbi as the reference for privation and suffering.


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