borscht

[threeplusfire]

I like beets - they are sweet and viciously colorful. So colorful my sink looks like it is full of blood. I'm tempted to write a poem exonerating Lady McBeth, that the spots were only beet juice after all. So I made the borscht today, which I am glad of now because it means tomorrow will be much simpler in terms of cooking times. While reading over one of my cookbooks, I ran across a tidbit of Ukrainian superstitions about preparing borscht. Apparently if it is made on a Thursday, the devil will come to bathe in the pot. So as not to tempt fate or devils, I went ahead and cooked it today. So far so good - it is a lovely color now that all those pureed beets are in the pot. I think the stock came out pretty beautifully, so now it just must simmer away and meld.

I need an icon of that moment in The Office where Dwight bites into a big raw beet.

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It is that time, innit?

[curmudgn]

Ever since I made щи week before last I've been thinking that a kettle of борщт was about to follow it, and yesterday I picked up the missing ingredients (parsnips, marrow bones, bacon ends) at Fiesta. So борщт is going to happen as soon as I get back from Dallas--probably on Sunday.

Re: It is that time, innit?

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

Delicious! Do you like yours warm or cold? I am partial to warm myself, but cold is also delicious.

Re: It is that time, innit?

[curmudgn]

I'm a warm-borshcht sort my own self. Began it tonight; the soup bones are waiting to be stripped of meat, the beets are baked and ready to peel, and the stock is cooling in the fridge so I can skim the tallow more easily tomorrow.