In a time long, long ago, I watched my grandmother boil turnips and mash them and then place them on the Thanksgiving table as if offering the sweetest dish imaginable. My dad would sing the praises of this Thanksgiving offering, and as a little girl, I learned to love the purple-orange vegetable of ill-repute.
But this year, Thanksgiving was not at my house. This year, we were invited to good friends, who happen to be the parents of our son-in-law. In a wide web of texts between a dozen people, we guests began to offer what we’d bring to “the table.”
“Cajun stuffing and oyster stuffing,” DD texted.
Ugh, I thought, why would anyone ruin stuffing with something from the sea?
“Turducken,” my SIL texted.
Ugh, what’s wrong with the ole tradition of a pilgrim’s turkey? Now we have to eat some combination of turkey, duck and chicken? Yikes.
“Carrot casserole,” a friend of the family suggested in her text.
Carrot? Something healthy on Thanksgiving Day? Ridiculous.
“Ice cream pie,” my guy texted gleefully.
Really? I prefer my daughter’s MIL’s amazing apple pie, or her chocolate pie, that she makes for these special occasions. Who wants ice cream pie in November?
Finally, I decided to chime in with my own text suggestion.
“Turnips! Mashed just right!!”
A pause in the frantic texting.
Finally, an hour later, my SIL’s father, the host of this food-laden dinner, bravely texted
“Oh, sorry Pam. I have strict doctor’s orders not to consume any turnips.”
And then texts from a dozen others who proclaimed:
“Amazing, I got the same diagnosis!”
“Yeah, turnips give me gas.”
“Never tried them, but have been told I’d never recover if I did.”
So, I brought a zucchini casserole with a wry smile, and truly, joy in the textual fun of family and friends.
Next year, though, perhaps I’ll host Thanksgiving, and sweetly suggest that no one need bring a thing. I’ll cook it all… including a HUGE POT OF MASHED TURNIPS with this little card attached to each Thanksgiving plate:
With a grin and a wink, I wish you all a wonderful weekend of Thanksgiving grace and blessings.