Recently, I took the baby girl to pick turnip greens at my aunt and uncle's house. They had planted tons of greens, and they don't even eat them. I'm a fairly picky eater, but I love greens of all kinds. They had kale, mustard, and some others mixed in the garden. My husband, who has eaten road kill of sorts, will not eat turnip greens. I'm convinced he hasn't had them prepared correctly. He was out of town when I made these. I think he said something about avoiding the stench. My favorite meal in the world is turnip greens served on a biscuit. You can't beat the taste. I could eat my weight in it. The baby girl really enjoyed picking greens out of the garden. I remember lots of time spent picking vegetables. I wasn't much of a fan of it, but I sure did like the fresh taste. Not much in a grocery store can compare with that. We really need a garden next year. It would be nice if a gardener would come with that. Volunteers?