Grated Turnip And Apple Salad

But the most obvious fact about praise – whether of God or anything – strangely escaped me. I thought of it in terms of compliment, approval, or the giving of honor. I had never noticed that all enjoyment spontaneously overflows into praise…The world rings with praise – lovers praising their mistresses, readers their favorite poet, walkers praising the countryside, players praising their favorite game… My whole, more general, difficulty about the praise of God depended on my absurdly denying to us, as regards the supremely Valuable, what we delight to do, what indeed we can’t help doing, about everything else we value. I think we delight to praise what we enjoy because the praise not merely expresses but completes the enjoyment; it is the appointed consummation.

C.S. Lewis

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Vegetables		Appetizers, Salads, Vegetables	4	Servings

INGREDIENTS

1	c	Peeled & grated raw turnips
1	c	Peeled & grated tart green
		apples
1/2	c	Chopped fresh parsley
		Juice of 1 large lemon
1	T	Vegetable oil
		Salt & pepper

INSTRUCTIONS

Combine all the ingredients.  Toss wll & chill, covered in the
refrigerator.  "Sundays at Moosewood Restaurant"  From Gemini's MASSIVE
MealMaster collection at www.synapse.com/~gemini

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