Cowart's Common Room
when you find out you have been calling something by the wrong name for your whole life?
I first thought that it may be the case, a few years ago, when we were on holiday in Norfolk. It was Sunday and travelling back from an excellent WW2 RAF museum, we spotted a steam train museum with a restaurant offering Sunday Lunch. In we trotted, and the lunch was a carvery, lovely.
For veg, I asked for the turnip. The lovely lady behind the counter said 'what?' I pointed to the turnip and she said 'that's mashed swede' very loud and very slowly
Oh, how we laughed about that. Who knew turnip was called swede in Norfolk?
On further research I have discovered that what I have always called turnip is in fact swede.
I love it whatever it's called.
We are having Turnip tonight with leftovers from yesterdays Sunday lunch... so there!
What do you call it?