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I had to.check first. We call it a swede. We have a dish, over here- carrot and turnip, great with a roast dinner ( cooked, mashed and mixed). Only for years it was made with a swede ( a poor man's turnip my dad calls it). It's not just in our house, either. I was talking about it to a shop assistant. He realised he'd been told the same lie. Anyway turnips are sweeter and less 'woody' in texture. So the lie maybe global.
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a swede ( a poor man's turnip my dad calls it).
If a Swede is a poor man's turnip, then ask Thor & First Breath what a Norwegian is ...
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I thought this was a new Fast and Furious movie.
Don't give them ideas. Probably next after- F&F: Bottom of the barrel!
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Nov 26, 2021 - 4:47 AM
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jackfu
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"Turnip" has always been a Thanksgiving staple in our family for as long as I can remember. I've always loved it. However, one Thanksgiving my childhood memories of the sacred root were shaken when my well intended hubby showed up with an impostor. It was smaller, white more than purple and very suspect looking. He said "you asked for turnip and I bought you turnip." Well, we cooked the suspicious substitute and I was appalled to see that it was almost white in color as opposed to the comforting yellow/orange of my usual dish. I took a bite and was woefully disappointed in the bitter taste. No matter what I did, I couldn't copy the flavor of my beloved Thanksgiving mainstay. It was then when my husband broke the news that I had been fooled by my parents into thinking I was eating turnip when all along they were feeding me rutabaga. I was crushed. However, I've since recovered but I still secretly call it turnip.
Believe it or not, he brought actual turnip home the other day. I called him at work today and asked him to bring home "the real thing."
I can relate! When I was a child, lots of folks would have turnips, especially since they were inexpensive and/or easily grown at home. My Mom would serve them occasionally and I would always try to move them around and hide them as much as possible so that it looked like I ate them. Not unitl I married did I find someone that could make them palatable as my mother-in-law could do. I finally found my own secret to actually somewhat enjoy them, by adding horseradish sauce to them. It sounds as if it would make turnips worse (if that's possible), but it works for me. Not that I look forward to eating turnips, but if it makes them tolerable, why not?
I don't think I've ever eaten rutabagas.
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As I said previous- carrots, turnip,chopped cooked , mixed together, bit of butter and pepper. Delicious. Especially if you mash out all the lumps with a potato masher. And parsnips roasted together with your spuds.
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I thought a rutabaga was an American motor home? 
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Turnip...exactly the same shape as a thingy
https://youtu.be/u70TOmrN-OI
It all depends on what shape your 'thingy' is. I'm more of a mushroom myself.
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There's a difference?
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