One Great Bite
by Ann Thurlow
When your name sounds like a mean old lady, you’ve already got one strike against you. Parsnip. The perfect word for something with warts and pasty yellow skin.
But ignore all that. A roasted parsnip is a smooth and delicate thing. Sweet, but with an enticing bitterness behind. Like coffee and dark chocolate, this is food for grown-ups. You can mix them with carrots if you must. But to me that’s for pikers, rubes. The sort who wouldn’t bother to look beyond a woman’s crusty scowl.