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When I was a little girl I spent a LOT of time at my grandmother’s house, lurking around her kitchen watching her cook.
Every Sunday, she made dinner for the whole family. Typically it was cooked to death roast beef (she was British), mashed potatoes, rutabaga, corn, salad, pie and homemade ice cream. My favorite part of the whole meal was the rutabaga. Weird? Hell yes! I was a weird kid, the kind who liked rutabaga better than homemade strawberry ice cream… I still love rutabaga.
Not too long ago I made some for friends who had come by for dinner. They were polite and smiled and pushed it around on their plates. They didn’t like it! So now I eat my rutabaga alone with the shades drawn and sunglasses on. But eat it I do! So, if you’ve never had rutabaga, give it a try. You may like it! If you do, you’re weird. If you don’t, well all the more rutabaga for me!!!
This is the way my sweet grandma made it on Sunday afternoon:
Peel and chop up a rutabaga or two
Put it in a pan with water to cover and a teaspoon of sugar, simmer until it is soft (about 45 minutes)
drain and place it in a bowl with a pat of butter and a little heavy cream
mash it with a potato masher to taste. I don’t like mine completely smooth. I like some lumps of rutabaga in there… salt and pepper and maybe even a little more butter on top