I was at Dad's this afternoon, and when I walked it, the kitchen smelled wonderful. He said "Good, huh? It's not done, so I cannot offer you any ..." But I couldn't eat it, anyway, he knows I have odd allergies. In the cooker was turnip chopped into cubes, carrots - sliced, onions and a chunk of chicken. A little salt, pepper and some water, and dinner was on its way!