Beets were another pleasant surprise discovered while a guest in someone else’s home.  I had previously avoided them like the plague—something that unholy shade of magenta could not possibly taste good.  But as a guest of my friend’s aunt, I couldn’t say anything when she picked up red and golden beets at a farmer’s market during our stay.  She didn’t want help in the kitchen, so all I saw was that she roasted them and then drizzled them with fresh oranges and magic.  I took a small portion thinking that I could choke down two or three pieces, and then ended up helping myself to seconds.  I hesitate to compare the texture to cooked carrots because they were in no way slimy.  They were firm without being crunchy, soft without being mushy.  You’ll just have to experience them for yourself!


Roasted Beet and Apple Soup