A Last Hurrah #Food #Treyf

I’m proceeding on my journey to veganism, but I had this before I started transitioning. It’s been a favorite, and I look forward to veganizing it. 🙂

Chop a turnip, a small potato, some onion, and some bacon and fry them until the vegetables are tender. BOOM! The round things are polenta, fried and topped with Parmesan cheese.

All I have to do is season the vegetables with smoked paprika and top the polenta with vegan “Parm”.

If you think you don’t like turnips, try one like this. Or do like my late mother-in-law did, and boil them with a pinch of sugar. SO GOOD!

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Someone converts something — or someone.



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “A Last Hurrah #Food #Treyf

  1. acflory

    March 29, 2022 at 7:36am

    Hmm…I think I could give up meat, kinda sorta, but no way could I give up bacon. 🙁 That dish does look yummy too.

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  2. Dan Antion

    March 29, 2022 at 7:52am

    Hmmm, I do like turnips (I often slice them and eat them raw). The veggies look delicious. The polenta, I might substitute rice.

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      Marian Allen

      March 29, 2022 at 1:56pm

      Huh — I never thought of eating them raw. Gonna try that, when they come in at the farmer’s market. Thanks!

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      • Dan Antion

        March 29, 2022 at 5:30pm

        I like to get smallish ones, about the size of an orange. Peel, slice and slice slices into sticks. I used to eat them with my dad. Sometimes I dip them in Parmesan peppercorn dressing.

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  3. Michael Hodges

    March 29, 2022 at 10:06am

    As a kid on the farm, there were a surprising number of things I didn’t like. Much of this came not from an actual dislike, but from my mom’s tendency to cook certain things only one way. My stepmother was in many ways a fantastic country cook; but she hated garlic, and in my book that constitutes the beginnings of a serious character flaw, a gateway to dark gastronomy.

    When it came to turnips, they were boiled and buttered, and everything just kind of stopped right there. The idea of taking a turnip’s crunch and flavor and importing it to other dishes was simply not on the menu. Thus, there has been a dearth of turnip presence in my life. When you get used to a thing just not being there, it tends to stay away.

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      Marian Allen

      March 30, 2022 at 10:03am

      It sure is! I’ve now given all my bacon, other meat, and dairy to Sara. I still have three or four locally sourced eggs, but I’ll get no more when they’re gone. It’s a work in progress. 🙂

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