Sorry about the space between this and the last entry. Me and my food frakking deputy, Julia, have been up in Chicago doing the family Thanksgiving thing. In the frakker family we celebrate every Thanksgiving with a ritualized hunting of the wild rutabaga (also called a Swedish turnip).
Here we see the brave young rutabaga hunter dashing out on his hazardous quest.
The hunt is temporarily delayed as the brave young hunter expresses a perfectly reasonable reluctance to tangle with this wily root vegetable.
The hunt ends as we ceremonially compare the size of the rutabaga with the size of the brave young hunter’s head.
During dinner, we feast on our kill.
Rutabaga, once boiled and baked, tastes a lot like radishes crossed with a squash casserole. Frakker-deputy Julia summed up all our feelings by saying, "No, I don’t particularly care for it."
Another traditional food is beans-a-dean.
Any simularity to bean almondine is vehemently denied.
This was the first year that I tried to make the official Thanksgiving side dish of NPR, Mama Stamberg’s Cranberry Relish. This dish involves cranberries, sour cream, a raw onion and horseradish.
You can eat this relish without much complaint, but you have to really love NPR to like it.
