My mother always hated parsnips. She used to tell a story about how, when she was a small child and during a family meal, she had refused to eat or touch the parsnips on her plate. She simply did not like them. Her grandfather tried to tempt her by putting a nickle on the table and telling her that she could have it if she would only eat one piece of parsnip. As you can imagine, during the Great Depression (in the early 1930's) five cents, or a nickle would have been quite a sum of money. You probably could have purchased a cup of coffee for five cents or two newspapers and a penny stamp. Eight cents would buy you a pound of beef, so five cents was quite a bit for a little girl to have. End result, she hated parsnips so much that you could not even tempt her with five cents to eat even a tiny bite of them. They were not something that we ever had to eat. I can remember once when I was a teenager mom buying some and fry...