If I'm not mistaken, this plant is the size of your torso

We ate (in limited portions, of course, since anything more - and anything delicious - is shang huo and necessarily bound to make my throat hurt and cause forehead breakouts that make going to the chinese spa a painful pimple-popping nightmare) these dr. seussian oversized stems and flowers of the taro root, if my internet dictionary translation is to be trusted. It tasted like I dug it out of a marsh, but was flavored in such a way that that wasn't an insult.