Seconds out … … …
Last year Jerra & Clicky's sprog #2 sent me some turmeric. Some of which got used; some of which, like the ginger, got "planted" to keep it fresh.
It was so fresh it "grew some".
Somewhere twixt then & now all signs of life vanished and I was left with some desiccated leaves on a dry soil surface.
Both "being me" and bearing Alice in mind, it just got left. This year it did it's Lazarus act; so I may unearth one, just out of curiosity.
Much as I like Guinness, I'm not too sure about Guinness Crisps. :¬(