Ok so who hates the russian roulette palyed when a dssh of roast potatos is spiked with roast parsnips.
Don't get me wrong now, I like a roast parsnip same as the next man(woman) - but not when I think it's a roast tatty, not when its the last one on the plate, with that last bit of tasty hot gravy mixed with the last of the apple sauce ... nope, thats just sad.
Parsnips have a time and place and should be identifiable at ALL times..
ok
../rant off