One of my husband’s best friends is quite the cook. Southern born and bred, Andrew makes some of the best wings I have ever tasted in my life (no wonder Chad keeps him around). I’m not entirely sure what started our conversation, but a few months ago, he mentioned that his dad grows rutabagas. Um.. ruta-what? I mean I had heard of the things before but wouldn’t have been able to tell you what one looked like, let alone how to cook one. He promised to bring me a rutabaga if I would incorporate it into a recipe for my blog. Of course I said yes. I’ve never seen or touched one in real life but of COURSE I can make a blog worthy dish with one right? A month or two past and our conversation faded from my mind.
Andrew came to our house one night after Christmas, with a white grocery bag in hand, concealing the large, heavy, rutabaga from his dad’s garden in Hephzibah, Georgia. He handed it over, rather unceremoniously I might add, and it took me a moment before I realized what it was. I removed it from the bag, as dirt sprinkled slowly and steadily from its thin tangled roots onto my floor. I wrapped it up tightly and stored it away in our fridge.
Let’s be honest, the thing kind of intimidated me, and I’m sorry to say it took me about a month before I got the courage to not only cook it, but make it the main component of our Winter Gathering. After doing a bit of research on how to cook them (much like you would a potato), and nailing down brunch as the meal that would take place, it followed that creating a hash with the unruly vegetable seemed to be the best option.
Our Winter Gathering just happened to fall on the predicted “snowpocalypse” weekend in Denver which was the perfect setting for our wintery brunch.
I had reached out to our friend Darrelle in January about hosting our gathering in her home, or “the barn” as we call it, which I am mildly obsessed with. So obsessed, in fact, that we hosted our rehearsal dinner there. She is as gracious as she is beautiful and said she would love to be a part. So began a snowy February morning with a few friends cozied up with coffee, mimosas, a camera, and one weird looking vegetable that makes for a darn good hash.