This is a journal of my vegetable gardens. Skippy was my first dog and he thought the garden was his, even though I did all the work. Now Suzie and Charley follow in his footsteps. We're located near Boston (USDA zone 6A). I have a community plot, a backyard vegetable garden, fruit trees, berry bushes, chickens, and bees. I use sustainable organic methods and do my best to grow all of my family's vegetables myself.

Monday, November 26, 2007


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.


Blogger Leslie said...

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.

November 27, 2007 9:38 AM

Blogger Matron said...

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!

November 27, 2007 2:39 PM


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