Turns out Demetra really enjoys beets. She really enjoyed the beet curry with green peas I made last fall, and I admit that the borscht a few Sundays back was excellent. Myself, I'm ambivalent. They're another ingredient with which to experiment. They stain my hands and everything else purple.
They are also beautiful. I was quartering beets for dinner. Every sweep of the peeler revealed rings like those of a tree, and the rings followed the angle of peel. It was like the sheen of oil on a puddle in the parking lot. It was like gazing into the swirling mists of a fortune teller's crystal ball.
And tonight I will braise that beauty and eat it with a horseradish sauce.
The Return
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