November 30, 2013

Not the prettiest vegetable around but my Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without them. I know they’re a midWest thing: my father was from Indiana. The checker in the grocery asked my husband what they taste like. His explanation: you know how broccoli smells when you cook it? That’s what at rutabagas taste like…sort of. I was stumped to give him an answer other than to make mention of vague broccoli flavor… I couldn’t imagine not knowing rutabagas.
Now I’ve started asking people if they’ve ever had rutabagas after my good friend said she’s never tried them. She’s 80. I was so surprised that she had never had them that this comment opened a window in my mind (really? Because of rutabagas?). Yup.
What is something you have never tried? I started listing some things mentally and thought to myself: when I’m 80 (I should be so lucky), what is there that I will have wished I tried? Probably not pate de fois gras (ewwww, I don’t like innards) but certainly some sort of food in Istanbul…


One Response to “Rutabagas”

  1. Jenn said

    Gee, just catching up on blog posts, I guess. Thanksgiving isn’t the same without rutabagas in my world, either. My dad always made them, mashed with butter, brown sugar & lots of pepper – he said it was the way his mother made them. Here’s my funny rutabaga story – my mother used to tell about the one time she brought one home and my babysitter (who had survived WWII, I think in some sort of camp) was totally horrified & said “my baby won’t eat rutabagas!” because she had bad memories of them being one of the only foods they were fed,

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