Remember the time David Lynch made quinoa on YouTube? This verdant cabaret, performed by Ruxandra Cantir in the guise of various vegetables undergoing existential crises, could be the logical side salad to accompany a Lynch-made grain. Opening with a tomato’s lament at being the last left in the jar, pivoting through a chanteuse potato, a poet onion and a butch cucumber, Cantir serves us up a surreal reflection of ourselves and our foibles in plant form. It’s The Garden Gang for grown-ups, if Tim Tomato and Oliver Onion accidentally ate a pile of Milly The Magic Mushrooms. 

Cantir is an outstanding clown and her work shares a DNA strand or two with Natalie Palamides, ambushing you with silliness, its nonsense often laced with menace. But the satire (an overbearing carrot mother; the self-conscious onion) never really cuts deep enough to go beyond stereotype or whimsy. Still Cantir’s bonkers originality makes this a dish to savour. 

Pickled Republic, Summerhall, until Monday 25 August, 1.15pm; main picture: Andy Catlin.