Rutabagas, turnips and parsnips

I never saw one that I didn’t hate.

I hated the taste and texture and when possible I scraped them off my plate.

These so-called vegetables were frequent dishes my mother prepared while I was growing up during the “Great Depression.”

I always thought we had these dishes because we were poor, only learning later it was for another reason. While it was true that we were probably poor, the family nev...