Parsnip

I'm reading Bitter in the Mouth by Monique Truong, a novel about a woman who tastes flavors when she hears certain words. Her description of a parsnip's flavor:

"A celery and a potato meet and have a love child. The celery departs soon thereafter, and the potato thinks of their fleeting time together with fondness and longing. Skating around the edges of their unlikely love affair is a McIntosh apple, contributing to the tableau all of its faint spiciness but none of its obvious sweet or sour."

Fairly accurate, isn't it? I always forget how much I like parsnips.