My hands look the way that I imagine Lady MacBeth must’ve thought hers looked: stained dark red in places, particularly around the fingertips. Oh, I’ve scrubbed them, but the spots just won’t come out.
Tonight, at the same time that I baked some halibut for our dinner, I put the beets from our CSA box in to roast. (They weren’t for dinner tonight, but as long as I had the oven heated up…) When they came out of the oven, I used a paper towel to rub off their skins, and succeeded in rubbing their deep burgundy tint onto my hands as well. And, after dinner, I picked through, rinsed and laid out another half flat of raspberries on cookie sheets for freezing. Is it any wonder that my hands are stained?
The beets in the photo are also from Local Roots Farm, but were at the farmers’ market on Thursday. And yes, the white one’s a beet, too, an albino Chioggia.
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I like how this shot emphasizes the arterial nature of the roots. It’s kind of goth, especially with your MacBeth reference . . . I see a menu . . . roasted beets, morels, squid ink pasta, blood orange sorbet.
Love the colors (but not on my hands)! I only like pickled beets, but that is better than many.