Turnip

A painting from a watercolour class I took last spring.  Turnip.  I prefer the sound of the word rutabaga but I don't think it's correct in this case.  We often had turnip at home with mashed potatoes on cold roast beef night.  If we were lucky there'd also be gravy.  My mother could make gravy out of almost nothing.  Many people hate turnip.  I even like it raw.  I can see my mother chopping up the turnip and putting it in the water in the pressure cooker.  That's when I would steal raw pieces and she'd say stop, there won't be enough or stop, you'll spoil your dinner.