It seemed a good idea at the time. Immersed as I was in Nella Last's war diaries, I had visions of adding crisp slices of turnip to winter stews, soups and Cornish pasties.
What I forgot is that I dislike the taste of turnips. Moreover, despite several attempts, I have been unable to inspire a love of turnips in my family.
My friend Lisa has generously taken some of the turnips, and others have been given away at the monthly food swap I attend. But what to do with the rest? I need the garden space for other things.
Yesterday afternoon I offered the turnips to my local Facebook friends, however (perhaps not surprisingly) none took up the offer.
As a last resort I might dig them up, boil them, and feed them to the chooks. Let's hope I don't end up with turnip-flavoured eggs!
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