"swedes". In America, rutabagas were first cultivated in the northern parts of the country in the early 1800's. Canada and the northern states are today's greatest producers of the rutabaga. Sadly, the US public has largely ignored this admirable vegetable with annual per capita consumption below one pound! In fact only 3 out of 10,000 high school students correctly identified rutabagas in a vegetable line-up.
The Rutabaga is a root vegetable that looks very much like a turnip with yellow-orange flesh and ridges at its neck. Although this beta-carotene rich vegetable has been grown and marketed in our country for nearly 200 years, it remains an uncommon food. In reality it is a great tasting vegetable with a delicate sweetness and flavor that hints of the light freshness of cabbage and turnip. The Rutabaga can easily become an endearing family favorite.
History of the Rutabaga Curl
The sport of Rutabaga Curling was born on a cold December 1996 Market day, the last market day of the season. The few vendors present (perhaps 25 or so this time of year and point in our history) huddled together for warmth and camraderie waiting for an occasional customer. Talk at some point in the day turned to unusual winter sports. Curling of course came up in conversation. None of us knew the rules; but before we knew it vendors' wares were being "hurled" or "curled" down the market's wooden floor. Potatoes, cinnamon rolls, cabbages, loaves of bread, and even frozen chickens were fair game in this impromptu outburst. There were no particular rules this day; we were going for style, distance, and laughs. But one of the vendors, Steve Sierigk (a middle-aged notecard vendor with a sly smile) and currently the self-proclaimed "Most Esteemed Grand Commissioner of the International Rutabaga Curl", saw potential in the innocent play. The next market season Commissioner Steve codified rules and designed a court of play using market's wooden floor. In 1997 an early form of our sport was born which allowed contestants to throw most any projectile available at market, although rutabagas were supplied. Commissioner Steve astutely recognized the inequities of this first year of organized sport; to level the playing field the Commissioner declared "any projectile besides a rutabaga illegal". Hence the first official Rutabaga Curl was held in 1998.
The Games have come a long way in their brief history. Many traditions are kept alive, expanded and invented on the spot. The Games open at high noon upon the arrival of the torch borne by a toga-clad individual running the eternal rutabaga flame in from "Mt. Cruciferous". The Rutabaga Goddess leads the assembled throng in a moving "Parade of the Athletes". After a celebrity toss of ceremonial First Rutabaga, the Commissioner declares the games open. The games are closely monitored by our referees. Please continue in the Rules section for more information on how to play.
Rutahbagus (Roo-TAH-beh-kehs) was a philosopher from the 3rd Century BC.
He thought that of all four elements on earth, well, earth was most important. Fire was too hot under the collar –especially when you were wearing it. Dealing with water was just draining and gave him a sinking feeling. And air was full of itself, especially when combined with fire to make hot air. Earth was where he felt he finally got a good foothold.
He decided to eat only vegetables that had spent their life nestled in the ‘dirt-bosom’ as he called it. Rutahbagus ended up contracting numerous nutrient deficiencies within a year, but not before writing several scrolls-worth of wisdom about the vegetable and life in general. (See The Writings of a Veg-Head; Rutahbagus in the Roughage)
Some say when he finally got more of a balanced diet and started jogging again, it was the daily jog up Mount Cruciferous that really did him in, and he gave that up. Rutahbagus was way ahead of his time, not only for being the first person to wear a jogging suit, and not only for being the first person to lose a prospective girlfriend for wearing a jogging suit, but for planting rutabagas atop Mt. Cruciferus.
These rutabagas grew to be enormous size – possibly because of the lower gravity at that altitude – and could be seen for many, many kilometers away (which for Americans is about 2 miles). The largest of these rutabagas, named Carl, broke free of its moorings and rolled down the hill threatening the village below. It wiped out all the other crops on its tumultuous descent and rolled into the village market square, where it stopped dead center in the square!
The villagers now did not know what to do or eat, but Rutahbagus knew. He climbed once more to the top of Mount Cruciferous with the help of the one donkey and donkey cart in town, and brought along baking tins to catch the rays of the morning sun. After arriving at the top of the mountain near daybreak, he set up the tins and lit a fire with some dried stalks. He rushed the new fire back down the mountain in the cart and distributed it to all the villagers. (They had fires going already, so we’re calling Rutahbagus persistent, not necessarily smart.) Carl, the giant rutabaga, was divvied up and cooked in a variety of delectable ways for the next several weeks while the crops grew back.
To celebrate this event of enormous magnitude, we hold the Rutabaga Curl every year just when it hits home that many of the local fresh veggies have gone for the moment. The fire is sparked atop Mount Cruciferous, the donkey and cart bring it down the mountain, and we await the honor and blessing of this symbol.
These are the myths that we choose to believe.
Much more history is available year-by-year in the Archives section, have a look at the list, page upper right.