08/02/2026
Well, I don’t know if you could have planned the timing of this if you tried.
Last night, I told y’all The Twisted Turnip was closing its doors.
Then, at midnight, Tracy Mock dropped his newest episode.
And there we were.
The Turnip still alive and carrying on like nobody had told her the story was almost over.
Hunter C**n was over there being our Turnip Troubadour, music floating through the dining room. Folks were gathered around tables. Plates were coming out of the kitchen. I was doing what I’ve done a thousand times, bouncing around talking about food, telling stories, feeding people and probably carrying on more than necessary.
Just another night at the Turnip.
Except now I know it wasn’t.
And watching Tracy’s episode after writing that announcement made me see that night completely differently.
He didn’t film our ending.
He filmed us before we knew there was going to be one.
He caught the Turnip exactly how I want to remember her.
Alive.
A little loud. A little unconventional. Full of good food, good music and people gathered around tables.
And still trying something new.
That night Tracy trusted us with his Granny Bobbie Rabren’s 1967 Cream Cheese Pound Cake recipe. We fed him some of the strange things that come out of my head and somehow make their way onto plates. We talked food, family, stories and all the things that made this place what it was.
We had absolutely no idea how much that footage was going to mean just a few days later.
Tracy, thank you.
Thank you for coming down Highway 84 and spending an evening with us. Thank you for telling our story. And thank you for leaving me with something I didn’t know I was going to need so soon.
A chance to see my Turnip alive again.Tracy Mock Hunter C**n Chris Shallies
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