Funny (to me) story about turnips. When I was little, I hated them, but my dad loved them. At every holiday dinner my grandma, who was the greatest, always made turnips "for Cathy" and I sucked them down because I appreciated that my Grandma made something "special" for me. As I got older, I realized my dad told her I loved turnips because he wanted them and he knew I would go along to please grandma. It became a joke as I got older. I love my dad and my grandma! And I still hate turnips.