Theresa wonders in the comments if I might be eating beets because I'm having sympathy pregnancy cravings. I'm not sure, but it's not exactly a craving for them, more like a grudging acceptance.
I found a rutabaga. Once I realized that kohlrabi is "glaskål" in Danish, then I was able to realize that rutabaga is "kålrabi" in Danish, and then I was able to find one (a huge one).
My brother-in-law in Germany scoffs at the price we paid for a 3 kg bag of, let's be honest, deer food. I guess it's a sign of our acceptance of Danish prices that I didn't really blink at them. They turned into parts of five or six meals, so I guess we did all right though.
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