Next time Aunt Helen tells me that Uncle Herb picked me some beets I'll be more prepared. When I hear *some* beets it suggests that there is a handful waiting for me and to please come with my children so she can see them. Not that there is, in fact, quite literally a WHEELBARROW full of these bastards.
So I have spent the better half of this evening drinking wine and actually dancing alone in my kitchen to my new fav, Camera Obscura, while pickling these little red glories to enjoy all winter.
Life can be a little heavy sometimes. Every once in a while you just gotta dance with the beets.
Cool stuff.
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