Turnip Magic

The only thing to do with turnips is braise them in salty liquid. I made an ersatz approximation of clay-pot chicken the other night, involving chicken and quartered onions and quartered turnips in a covered casserole dish in the oven, covered with a bizarre soy sauce/worcestershire/molasses/mustard/other stuff mixture (it worked okay, trust me). The turnips, which softened and tenderized and soaked up sauce and poached in chicken juice, were lovely, the best part of the meal.