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Adventures of a Country Gal

The Moral of the Story

Last evening Steve and I and my mom went out to dinner with some family that was in town – my brother Rick, my Aunt Jeanie and my Uncle Rich.  Visiting with my family usually includes lots of storytelling and laughter and last night was no exception.  I love these old stories!  I heard one last night that I hadn’t heard before.  It was funny enough that I have to retell it.

Making memories…

My aunt and uncle will be married forty-nine years this year and they were telling us that they have had a garden forty-eight out of the forty-nine years that they have been married.  That is impressive.  Now that I think of it, I should have asked what happened the one year they didn’t have one.  Anyway, their garden has always been beautiful!  I remember when we were kids, out playing with our cousins, we used to pick tomatoes and kohlrabis out of their garden and eat them right there.  We would wash them off with the hose and enjoy ourselves.  I’m not quite sure how the subject turned to turnips, but it did.  I wonder how many people have conversations about turnips.  Mom was telling us about how when they were kids they used to make turnip kraut and sell it to the local store.  She didn’t seem too fond of turnip kraut now — I’m not sure she has had any since she was a kid.  Rich said he plants an entire garden of turnips after all of the other crops are finished.  And Jeanie quickly added, “Yeah, but we only eat about twelve of them.”

I don’t know, maybe the turnip is not the most liked vegetable, but there are people who love them!  My Uncle Maury is one of them.  Rich told us that one year Maury was down for a visit – he lives about three hours away.  The turnips were ready and he was excited to take some home with him.  Before he went home, he stopped at a CVS to get something and left his briefcase with all of his belongings in it and the turnips on the front seat.  Well, someone broke into his car while he was in CVS.  They didn’t touch the briefcase, but they stole the turnips. My uncle’s only comment was, “Damn, they stole my turnips!”

Have you ever heard of someone breaking into a car to steal turnips?  It makes me wonder what was going through the turnip thief’s mind.  Were they hungry?  Were they going to make turnip kraut that night and needed some more?  Was there a shortage of turnips?  Rich and Jeanie had plenty of them.  Did they walk by the car, see the turnips and say, “I’ve just got to have me some turnips?”

The coveted turnip!

Originally, I was thinking that there was one moral to this story, but now I think there might be two.  First, never pre-judge a vegetable.  It might be better than you think.  One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.  And secondly, don’t ever leave your turnips in plain view.  You never know when someone may have a hankering for them.

Turnip kraut anyone?


  1. As usual Lisa, your stories are hysterical. But, as you point out, it’s just life and how you look at it. Glad to read you’re still holding your own in this incredible heat. I think you even have those us here in Florida beat. Carry on with a smile ….

  2. Turnip is the little coiusn to the Swede, which is what we commonly call rutabaga over here in the States. Turnips are a bit more astringent. I like pickling them as Korean kimchi or fermenting them in the German fashion called sauerrueben. Swedes or rutabaga are a bit sweeter (and more orange). The can be turned into a fabulous bisque, a skillet gratin with greens and blue cheese or a beautiful quiche.

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