Tuesday, December 23, 2008

You learn something every day.

Last Sunday, I dragged my husband and child out to the farm where we volunteer and the lady who runs it asked if we wanted some turnips*. I've never eaten them before but my husband says "Ooooh, I love turnips! I used to eat them when I was a kid! My grandma made them! They're SO good!"

With that many exclamation points, how could I not take them?

We get home and I ask how his grandmother prepared them, he shrugs. Then he says "Oh, wait, I think it might have been parsnips. Are those the ones that look like white carrots?"

Awesome. So I turn to Google, since it solves every other mystery in the world** and it looks like the most common recipe is to mash the turnips up with some bacon. Bacon? That makes everything better, right? So I figure I can try it.

Guess what? Not even bacon can redeem these foul bulbs. It was gross. And 3 hours later I still can't get the turnip aftertaste out of my mouth.

Long story short? Turnips are nasty.


*There is a guy who grows veggies for the local farmers market at the same property and he brings her fresh stuff on a regular but she doesn't eat anything that doesn't come frozen in a box, so we inherit most of it

** Like the worst band in the world - yep, Creed

Labels: adventures in shitty parenting