History in the making today. It's a busy day, with much on the agenda. Yesterday I had both of my daughters home, and we took some family photos and enjoyed a Mexican supper. I added the hot salsa by mistake, but the sour cream and the water made it okay. That reminds me of my visit to Gaylen's house in California in the '70's. We went out to eat - Mexican - and I had no idea what to order so I said I'd have the same as Gaylen and she said, "No, you won't." She ordered me the mildest item on the menu and I still breathed fire.
Daughter #2 went back to her island last night, and back to work today after a great vacation. Daughter #1 is trying to pack her life into suitcases. She leaves for her island, which is in another continent, early Friday morning. It seems like she just got here, but it was mid-July when she arrived.
So I asked her, "what would you really like for a nice home-cooked meal this week." "Root vegetables," she replied without even taking time to mull it over. "You can't buy them in Asia." "Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter?" I said to myself. "Root vegetables?" My little girl only ate carrots and corn for vegetables. My girl home from university added broccoli to her repertoire. But this girl wanted beets earlier, and now she wants turnip and parsnips and cabbage and carrots. "A stew?" I asked. "Yes, a stew." So, tomorrow evening, for her last meal in Canada for a while, we will dine on beef stew, chalk full of root veggies.
Our ancestors were mighty thankful for turnips through the long winter months. And, probably they were rather tired of them come spring, and happy to dine on some spring greens.
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