Here are the beautiful rutabagas! I bought these to put in my stuffing for Thanksgiving, but my guests warned me that they would ruin it. Since I’ve never tried rutabaga, I left them out and looked forward to trying them later.

Well, last night I tried them. Unfortunately, just the smell of slicing and cooking them was unpleasant. It turns out that variability in a certain taste receptor gene makes some people find rutabagas (and turnips) very bitter. That’s me. My husband enjoyed them and said they taste sweet like squash.
slices cooked rutabagas on a plate

There’s some amusing literature on the rutabaga: The Rutabagan, concerned about rutabaga under use and a post at Dreams and Bones, who serves (and grows!) rutabagas every Thanksgiving.

I think this is one brassica I will not grow in my garden any time soon.

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  • Kathy, so sorry … ypu are missing out on one of life’s rare treats. Thanks for the link to the Rutabagan. It was there I found a wonderful Prairie Home Companion reference. Leave it to Garrison to sum up the beauty that is THE RUTABAGA.

  • Here in England they are known as Swedes. I just love them! I know the smell of them cooking is a bit offputting, but my favourite way is to mash them with a little butter and white pepper. In Scotland on Burns night it is traditional to have ‘bashed neeps’ (swede) and tatties with your haggis!


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