Sunday Dinner, Chapter 11: In Which Thanksgiving Redux is Featured, Rather Than Bankruptcy

Mr. O and I enjoyed a delightful visit with his family over the holiday, but sadly, we couldn’t stay long enough for the leftovers to meet their ends on our fork-tips.

And so Mr. O decided that we would make our own leftovers by having a (much smaller) second Thanksgiving tonight (minus the pie and bread pudding).

Enormous Plate of Thanksgiving Deliciousness

We ate turkey breast, mashed turnip, mashed sweet potato, cranberry sauce, and stuffing with sausages. Quite delicious, and done in under an hour.  Turnip — now there’s a vegetable (Mr. O cooks it with an onion, which adds another nice layer of flavor to it.).

I don’t recall eating very much of it as a child — though we all ate lots of other vegetables, like kale and beet greens (I used to think they were “beat” greens because they look so wilty when steamed), carrots and even, once, okra. Shudder. [Okra — blech. It belongs in my too-slimey-to-eat category along with zucchini, eggplant (except in baba ghanoush), summer squash, and nearly all mushrooms.]

Anyway, with the rich variety of other vegetables we ate, turnip didn’t seem to pop up that often. But it is a tasty vegetable, and I’m happy to make its reacquaintance in adulthood.

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2 Responses to Sunday Dinner, Chapter 11: In Which Thanksgiving Redux is Featured, Rather Than Bankruptcy

  1. Mr. O's mother-in-law says:

    Mrs. O did not eat turnip as a child because Mr. O’s mother-in-law detests turnip.

  2. Mrs. O says:

    I am starting to detect a prejudice against yellow-orange vegetables. First carrots, now turnips? How do you feel about sweet potatoes?

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