When Turnips are Rutabagas

I learned on Thanksgiving Day that I had never eaten a turnip despite protesting my affection for the “turnip” my mother annually prepared in a Corning, orange-flowered casserole. It seems that, after Aunt Theresa died, I was the only one who “liked” the “turnip.” Aunt “Teese” didn’t like it either I was later informed. Apparently, […]

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