Today I had two chefs order 10 pounds of rutabaga.... but I assumed that perhaps they would like more than one. So I went back in the field and harvested more reasonably sized roots. But alas, I did not want this glorious specimen to go to waste.

So I cleaned up my new friend along with the others and then I introduced him to the rest of the farm.

But just when I thought I had a farming ally, my new rooted friend takes my job as the tractor driver! I guess in this economy, its hard for everyone to find jobs... even rutabagas.