i hope i misspelled it.
growing up, a visit to grandmother's house always mean rooterbeggers on your plate..
at grandmother's you didn't dare not serve yourself some of everything she'd cooked.
and, you guessed it, you had to eat everything on your plate.
i had a strong dislike for ruterbaggahs. i didn't ever get sick from them.
we ate late breakfast and afterward the bride is cutting up the biggest yellow potato i've ever seen.
she was grinning as she knew about my grandma visits..
finally she told me that rutabega's had lots of good nutrition in them.
they were known as part of a "poor mans meal" when she was growing up.
they were cheap to buy (now i know why grandma bought them!)
but she's gonna cook these a "new" way as she slid this huge pan into the oven.
i don't know what the "old" way was. i think they were boiled?? with a little ham in them.
i then let her know that ruuterbeggas "wouldn't grow around here" as i didn't want to waste the
time to grow them...
she then told me to look in our neighbors yard by his house... those pretty plants were the cursed
ruter beggers.
so the moral of this story is, i guess we'll be growing some next year, unless they are a fall crop.
how do grow the things.
rr
growing up, a visit to grandmother's house always mean rooterbeggers on your plate..
at grandmother's you didn't dare not serve yourself some of everything she'd cooked.
and, you guessed it, you had to eat everything on your plate.
i had a strong dislike for ruterbaggahs. i didn't ever get sick from them.
we ate late breakfast and afterward the bride is cutting up the biggest yellow potato i've ever seen.
she was grinning as she knew about my grandma visits..
finally she told me that rutabega's had lots of good nutrition in them.
they were known as part of a "poor mans meal" when she was growing up.
they were cheap to buy (now i know why grandma bought them!)
but she's gonna cook these a "new" way as she slid this huge pan into the oven.
i don't know what the "old" way was. i think they were boiled?? with a little ham in them.
i then let her know that ruuterbeggas "wouldn't grow around here" as i didn't want to waste the
time to grow them...
she then told me to look in our neighbors yard by his house... those pretty plants were the cursed
ruter beggers.
so the moral of this story is, i guess we'll be growing some next year, unless they are a fall crop.
how do grow the things.
rr