Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Mashed Turnips

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Grandpa picks up all of the three ingredients,
And drives over to prepare the dish
Grandma and Mom wait for the water to come to a boil
When ready they chop, mash, and serve.
Heaped into a large bowl,
It is an orange mush,
Like a smashed pumpkin.
The warm color piles onto plates,
Satisfying all hunger.

The aroma always catches attention.
The mild scent floats throughout the room.
The smell starts as the chopping begins,
And remains throughout the meal
While seeming less than desirable,
The dish is ravenously eaten.

An aisteach taste,
And a sprinkle of Lawry salt.
A buttery smooth texture,
Accompanies the rich flavor.
Simple and delectable,
The dish is craved.
A surplus is expected,
Seconds and leftovers are enjoyed.


Unique and comforting,
The side dish appears at all holidays and occasions.
The side serves as a side dish with all other foods,
Turkey and Ham, Green bean casserole and muffins.
An inherited recipe became a favorite of generations.
The delicious side reminds me of baile,
And most importantly teaghlach.
The dish we fancy is mashed turnips





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback