Ick

I'm back in Ottawa! It's nice to sleep in my own bed. Cook in my own kitchen. Knit in my own living room. Today, I discovered something I don't like as much as brussel sprouts: rutabaga. Shudder. It has a very sharp taste. Lee-Lee gave me a chunk of it to try at work. She loves the stuff. Was crunching on rutabaga sticks all afternoon. We both agree that it's an acquired taste. Apparently rutabaga originates from Sweden. I know this because I had to look up how to spell rutabaga just now and the Canadian Oxford Dictionary tells me this. Interestingly, I tried rutabaga -- which originates from Sweden -- on the day the king and queen of Sweden are in town on an official visit. I wonder how they feel about the vegetable.