These little rustic organs brimming with their blood red juices are the object of my current (and deepest) food desires. Replacing fresh dill, and so nicely matched by Ash and I’s new weekly forays into the world of fancy cheese. I will try to take a picture of our next Sunday afternoon patio lunch. There’s just something about my rectangular white tray pilled high with labouriously selected food treasures from Rapers…I mean, Capers. There’s just something about it that brings me such peace (Note: Ash thinks it might also be the bottle of Dirty Laundry’s Hush 2007 which induced said “peace” feeling).
Back to beets. Try them:
…tossed with champagne walnut vinegar.
…in the roasted beet salad at the Libra Room on Commercial Drive.
…on a pizza like food designer Sweet Paul did. No no has made a beet look better.
One more Sweet Paul picture for the road.