I grew up eating the same treat ( but turnip/rutabegas) was only an occasional addition. Probably because our " Victory Garden " could only grow so much! My siblings and I all called it "Mixed mashed"! Mom frequently stayed with her nannie from Ireland when growing up, and was just as frustrated at the foolish answer to " why do you call it that? " - she died before the real answer was given. Yep my greataunt (the family source for info) revealed that it was her real distaste of carrots! She passed this dislike right on down to her grandaughter. We had turnip frequently, but it never survived our knife wielding family to be cooked. We all loved it pared, sliced kinda thin, salted, and even peppered for the brave, then CHOMP, oh ,we loved it. When I was college age, she finally confessed - "I couldn't choke a carrot down for any amount of money". Well, she raised 5 kids who loved that veggie any way you found it. Now her grandkids (26) and her greatgrands (28) all like the orange and white special mashed potatoes. The only thing added beyond S&P was butter and maybe if we were being good some finely chopped onion. To sum it up - God bless the Irish and the Scots and their inventive ways!!!
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I grew up eating the same treat ( but turnip/rutabegas) was only an occasional addition....