Love Letter to a Rutabaga

Hey guys! I know I just posted...twice...but I have something I need to share with you.
It is a love letter to a rutabaga.

To be fair, I have never actually eaten a rutabaga. I actually have only seen them in pictures. And, no, this letter isn't exactly to an inanimate food...and it's not from me. I will try to resist the urge to edit as I type. That is all I have to say.

Most Sweetest of Rutabagas-
O pillar of vegetables! O Queen of turnips! How thy mere glance sends tremors through my soul! How do I begin this letter? this ode to thy beauty and purpleness?
O, Rutabaga. Lovely, perfect rutabaga. I am thy servant through harvest and drought. Do I forget my place in my haste to please you? If so, I beg your healthy, Vitamin C-filled pardon.
Do I forget my place entirely once more, as a U.S. citizen, to call you Swede? It is a lovely name. Rutabaga, Swede, it matters not. It only matters that I love you more than any other vegetable-more than any other fiber source-more than any other food!
Dearest Rutabaga, do you return my feelings? May it be so, and may your taste ever be nutty and sweet.
Love and Passion Evermore,

NOTE: Outside the U.S., rutabagas are called swedes.


  1. Omg, that's hilarious. XD I have no idea what a Rutabagas or a swede is?!? I wonder if we call them something else in Australia... :P

    Thanks for stopping by @ Paper Fury!

    1. Thanks! Your blog is awesome, by the way. All I know is that rutabagas are similar to turnips and kind of purple.


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