My neighbor, Connie, told me to harvest my parsnips. Now. Before they get woody.
So it's all parsnips, at every meal. Sauteed in butter. Added to soup. Mashed parsnip potatoes.
Parsnips become sweeter after they freeze. So they're a sweet early spring vegetable.
My 96-year-old hospice client was a very sweet woman. Perhaps because the only food she ate for the last year of her life was Lorna Doone cookies. She kept surviving the winter of her old, old age. Living well beyond the forecast of leukemia. Living well and happily despite her loss of memory.
Now her daughters have sweet memories of her.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
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