Neeps and Mash

Saturday, I dug around and found all of my oil paints.
I figured I will start painting again.
Yeah Somer, get used to the idea of an American primitive Christmas gift!

But I needed a box to put all of the tubes into.
So, a trip to Ben Franklin's in Redmond.
Armed with to plastic boxes, I was ready to head home!
But my driver chose to stop at the British Pantry!
Yeah, license is still suspended, pending the medical hearing.

I had a lunch of bangers and mash.
Little boiled sausages, then burned.
Sauteed onions and mashed potatoes.
Smother it brown gravy and yup, British fare .....

And I got thinking about a word from my past:
Neeps
What the heck, was a Neep?
All Google would tell me was that "neeps" are also known as "Swedes".

And I have not hung around Swede and his family for 50 years without knowing that reference!
Honestly Google, isn't easier to just reference "Turnip"?
Yeah, a neep is a turnip.

Interesting, Monday night was a dinner.
It came with turnips!
Unfortunately, I am overly sensitive to turnips and rutabagas!

You can call it what you want ...
But ...
Urp!