While a bit of a tradition of leftover-turkey crepes were being cooked up for brunch this morning, I was eying the leftover boiled beets. It was something about shapes and the muted, earthy shades of purple, and maybe the bowl helped along the effect. Soothing. Mesmerizing. I couldn’t stop staring. Guess I’ve got veggies on my mind… These were beets from the basement, roughly cut up as you can see, a mix of red (probably Scarlet Supreme) and white-with-red-stripes Chioggia, which were colored by the red beet juice. Boiling this time round was easier, though baking is the favored way to cook ’em. Anyhow, possessed by the beets, I brought them out into the light to take a picture, grabbed the first suitable surface to stick in the snow (a wooden bushel basket, upended), and took a pic. The color is sort of as I saw it, but you really had to be there for the full effect. Stare into the beets… Like I said, veggies on my mind! :)
I admit that effect is really mesmerising :) congratulations on the shot :)
Just Beautiful!
A beautiful photo of delicious-looking beets! I can picture them now with walnuts, olive oil, sea salt and minced parsley next to a grain pilaf with goat cheese.
I’m so pleased to find your website! I have a little 3-acre plot near Markdale, you are inspiring me to cultivate it. All the best for your Tiny Farm in 2008!
When I see comments like Frannie did, my heart just grows – I am so curious of the results :)
Beaut!
Acting as the blog antagonist, did anyone think those hunks of beets were meat?
Lovely! Beet crisps are yummy too – I think you might know crisps as chips on your side of the pond?
Oh, cool. Hadn’t thought of that. We make homemade french fries quite often, next time it’ll be beet chips as well. Slice ’em thin…