Best Beet Salad

In our family you get to say what you want for your birthday dinner. The process starts about a week before the birthday with me saying, “So, what do you want for your birthday dinner?” A few days later, when I ask again, I get an answer and proceed. This year, along with herbed salmon (a recipe I got twenty years ago and have made countless times since) and mushroom risotto (which I have never made because I am not fond of mushrooms), he asked for beet salad.

My mom made beet salad when I was a kid. In retrospect I see it was one of those salads you can make without having anything fresh in the fridge. If you want, you can open a can of whole beets, drain and grate them, add the dressing (oil, vinegar, salt, pepper and dried oregano, see below) and serve. But if you want it best, use fresh beets and fresh oregano.

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The ones I got were about as big as baseballs. I have not found a difference in flavor – big beets vs. small beets – so get what looks fresh. Look at the greens. If the greens look fresh, as in not wilting, the beets (which look the same regardless) are fresh. I cut the greens off (for chickens in my case, though some people would cook them separately) and put them in a pot.

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Notice how clear the water is. This does not last long. As soon as they start cooking, the water will get pink/red. Turn on the flame, bring to a boil, then turn down and let simmer. Cook the beets until you can put a knife into them easily, which could be 20 minutes and could be 40, depending on the size of the beets. Mine took 40. I was doing other things so just turned the flame off when they were done and walked away. An hour or so later, Samuel said Hey, look at the rings in the water.

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If anyone knows what that is, I’d be curious. I don’t think it’s bad. We all ate the salad yesterday and live to tell about it.

When you are ready, drain the beets and fill your pot again with cold water. If you have let some time go by, all the better because you handle these with your hands and if they are cooler, you will have an easier time of it. (If you are pressed for time and the beets are hot, you can do the job of getting the skins off while holding the beet under cold running water.)

Your thumbs are the best tool in the kitchen for this job. You can use a knife, but you will forfeit part of the beet. With your thumbs, exert pressure and push, slightly to the side. The skin should pop off. If you dunk the beet in the water now and then to give the sloughed-off skin a place to go (it likes to swim in the red water of the pot), you can see your progress more easily. You will need a knife for stubborn parts and for the end that the greens had been attached to. Beets are generally loath to give up all their skin without some resistance, a good reminder to us all, right? Don’t be a total pushover.

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Now notice that my hand is clean in the photo above. Duh, you say, of course you would work with clean hands. Yes, I work with clean hands. But this was the first beet. Remember how the water in the pot became red? So will your hands become red, which is actually kind of cool if it doesn’t gross you out.

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Which is to say – and this is a warning – do not wear that new white shirt you have, nor anything you might be sorry you splashed beet juice on. Wearing an apron when working with beets is a good idea. You could stain wood with beet juice.

Now don’t worry. Your hands will wash clean soon afterwards. The white shirt I can’t promise anything about.

When all the beets are skinless, rinse your hands and get out your grater. Here’s mine that I love (and my mother hates for reasons I will never understand). It’s a perfectly fine grater and whatever you grate ends up in the container below.

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Next, if you are fortunate to have fresh oregano in your garden…

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… go get eight to ten stems, take the leaves off and chop it up fine. That’s what I needed for the about 8 cups of beets I had for my salad. Remember it was Samuel’s birthday, meaning there would be extra people for dinner, and beet salad keeps very well in the fridge (wide-mouth mason jars are perfect for storage), so I like making a big bowlful. I had a full quart leftover.

Add the chopped up, fresh oregano to your grated beets as well as a small onion, chopped fine. It doesn’t matter if you use red onion or white onion. You will not be able to find the onion in the salad once the beet juice stains it red anyway. If you are partial to the flavor of onion, you can add more onion. No one will get in your way. In the rare, practically unthinkable instance that you don’t have any onion in the house, carry on without it. The oregano is what makes the difference in this dressing. If you don’t have fresh oregano, use dried. I would use one full teaspoon per four cups of grated beets.

The rest is simple: olive oil (extra virgin is best), apple cider vinegar, salt and pepper.

The basic proportion of oil to vinegar in this salad is almost 1:1 but not quite. Use somewhat more oil than vinegar. Per four cups of grated beets, use 1/3 cup oil and ¼ cup vinegar. Salt and pepper to taste. It’s yummy at room temperature or chilled. It’s yummy as a side dish or a snack. It’s yummy!

Roadside Delicacy

Sorry to say, this post is not about a new little bakery located conveniently along the side of the road, making delectable eclairs or macaroons, luring me in, tempting me. It’s about flowers. And Avengers. And coffee and bourbon. Hey, does anyone have any chocolate?

You know how dialog works. Two or more people on the same topic. All pretty focused. All engaged, curious, polite. The subject can be interesting even – maybe about the Avengers, or someone’s great uncle who left an inheritance no one saw coming, or what about this new pasta you don’t have to drain, or the accident that caused a four-mile back-up on the highway this morning.

Then suddenly something catches your eye and you get distracted. Anyone forgives you for interrupting a conversation to call attention to a burning building in the distance, or a collision about to happen, or a large insect entering your zone, or anything in your field of vision resembling a superhero or (oh, dear) Thanos. Have I been watching too many Marvel movies lately?

Something as ordinary and unimportant as roadside wildflowers should definitely not qualify as conversation-stoppers. I confess! I did it! Look at the face I got for asking him to hold both leashes so I could take a photo…roadside3.jpg

…of flowers! Yes, look – those sweet yellow flowers to the left. No one asks them to grow there. No one plants them, tends them, nurtures them. They just come. They just brighten the roadside with their sunny color and delicate form. They brighten our world unasked (oh, that we would take their example!).

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Those of you who are looking beyond Samuel’s mildly annoyed expression may notice that he is not wearing shoes. Please know that this is not because he doesn’t own shoes. He does. He just chooses to walk barefoot on the gravel of our road because… because… “Samuel, why do you still walk barefoot sometimes?”

“Why would I not?”

Need a person know more?

“I hadn’t been doing it so much recently because it was winter,” he added.

Okay.

Exploring this further, he says walking on the stones is a lot like drinking black coffee or strong bourbon, or exercising regularly and vigorously, or eating very spicy foods. All of these things are inherently unpleasant – the strong flavor or pushing yourself physically is a kind of barrier to get over or through.

The beauty and the enjoyment are in the complexity of the flavor or the exercise (or even the stones, sharp and uncomfortable as they are). Give a child a choice between sugar and black coffee, he suggests, and the child will choose sugar hands-down every time. But as you mature and can learn to appreciate the nuances, the layers, the waves of an experience like drinking black coffee or a new bourbon (which he says is really good — can’t touch the stuff myself).…

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… you partake of something much more interesting. As for myself, I choose shoes when walking on gravel roads and am happy-happy with a good piece of chocolate, which does not require any flavor, strength or conditioning barriers. You just eat it and soar.

Speaking of complex and interesting, we are heading to see the Avengers End Game tonight as part of Samuel’s birthday celebration, having just seen Captain Marvel at the Violet Crown last week. We’ve been working up to this since Christmastime, when our trip to the movies to see The Return of Mary Poppins sparked a trip to see Aquaman, which got the whole superhero thing going. We chose the Marvel series and have wrapped up all of the necessary pre-reqs for End Game and hope it is as good as people are saying. A lady in my CASA training course the other day said a big guy in a seat in front of her at the movie was blubbering at one point – blubbering as in something being tearjerkingly sad. We shall see if it is also complex and interesting…

…Oh! Look at these lovely lavender blooms, again there along the roadside with no planning or effort on anyone’s part.

Hey, can you hold this leash while I take a photo?

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I did it again. Right in the middle of Avengers talk, I had to take a picture. I don’t think I do this often (oh, no! maybe I do!), but I am quite sure it happened when it did because just the very day before, Samuel and Mom and I were talking about the verbal and nonverbal habits we all have, how we interject a certain word or phrase far more than is necessary as a kind of filler or finish people’s sentences for them or play with our hair (I don’t know anyone who does that!). Another habit is interrupting the flow of conversation with a random, non-following comment such as: you are talking about how you made your pizza and the other person looks out the window and says, “Oh, I need to remember to get Q-tips.”

Point being, I was totally guilty of the same thing that I have repeatedly observed in others and even annoys me! Am I modeling their behavior, monkey-see-monkey-do, or simply prone to the same? I catch myself, chide myself, apologize and again try to focus – but you know this world is just so complex and so interesting!! Take the lavender flowers for instance… 😊

You Never Know What You Might Find

I am not a fan of frogs particularly. Nor do they give me the woobies. Let’s just admit it: This little fellow is quite adorable.

You never know what you are going to find around here. Could be a tiny frog like this, no wider than a finger, no bigger than a grape. (I am assuming frog, though it could be a toad – we are a ways from the creek.)

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Could be a different (I think) tiny frog that somehow got itself up onto the front door handle(!), which is at, well, front-door-handle-height (!). How did it do that!!??

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Could be (occasionally is) a very large (I say monstrous) spider – which I do not take pictures of because they DO give me the woobies. (I’m sure I couldn’t stand to even have a photo of one in my media library!) The most recent near-death experience came last week when I took the broom from its home next to the tall freestanding cabinet in the back corner of my house (where brooms live when you don’t have a broom closet).

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All I wanted to do was sweep the porch! Not have my blood pressure skyrocket! Thank God it didn’t jump off before I got it outside. In fact, that spider was so comfortable on the broom, it didn’t move a muscle (and trust me I was watching it carefully) until I smacked the broom against the deck. I watched it could scurry away so I know it’s not inside any more….

Yeah, let’s find something less cringy!!

Could be you find a massive broken branch and take some time to look at the remaining tree, seen here as best as I can photograph it from below. The red arrow shows where the massive branch broke from, which is my way of demonstrating that it was indeed a branch, a mighty big branch. The rest of the tree is leaning toward the driveway – not badly, and it does not appear diseased or weak – still I am undecided how to proceed. Y’all know how much a crane costs. Right?

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Yeah, let’s find something less expensive!!

Could be you find Coco chewing a stick in the garden. Nobody gave her the stick. Recently she seems to have decided she’s a real dog. Or that she wants to prove her doghood somehow. Or that Oh! Hey! It feels really good when I chew on this hard thing that tastes like nothing! I’m sure you can imagine how ferociously she went at this doggie pleasure. She put all of her sixteen pounds into it!

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More commonly you find her enjoying sun or shade, also known as lazing around with nothing better to do. Somehow the red shirt she is laying on got from the sunny spot to the shady spot. I suppose that means someone moved it to accommodate the dog who, I tell you truly, does not rule the roost, but we would not want her to be too hot or too cold, right? I don’t know who could have moved that shirt…

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Could be you find a metal bowl in the microwave. What!? No one in their right mind puts a metal bowl in the microwave! Yeah, that’s what happens when you are trying to do too many things at once and perhaps are too tired. Yes, I even turned it on and let the butter soften for 30 seconds – on low power, okay, which is probably the only reason I didn’t have an explosion. It was when I opened the microwave to get the butter out and continue making the cake that I discovered the bowl in there.

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Could be you find no silkie eggs! A few days before discovering the reason for this I had wondered why the silkies weren’t laying. It’s warm, they have lots of daylight, lots of food – including lots of leftovers – and water. There was no good reason for the lack of eggs in the normal place where they lay. But it was the weekend and a gigantic branch was down and there were beets and squash to plant. I’ll figure that out another day.

Yeah, another day. Monday I looked through the side door of the coop to the left hand corner where the silkies usually lay and there were two eggs. Good!!

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My eye caught the brooder, also lazing around with nothing better to do, who hogs the space where laying was intended to take place. Oh, and the other chicken, the perky one to the right…

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… just getting up from her turn adding to the pile of fourteen stashed eggs off in the right-hand corner of the coop. I realize there are only two corners, a right-hand and a left-hand. But they have not laid in the right-hand before so why would I look there? Okay, so silkies are laying after all.

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It’s just a little house I have in the woods. Some chickens. A garden. A cottage. Who would imagine what might be here to find…

I continue to read to Evelyn, who is 101. I bring Coco every time because Evelyn loves her; she introduces her to anyone who comes in while we are reading. “See my pet?!” Coco lounges between us on the little couch while we read, and Evelyn strokes that soft black fur almost continually. I expect she finds it comforting and luxurious. Evelyn cannot see; she has been blind for the past nine years. I don’t know what I would find if I could not see. Today I thank God for the gift of sight.