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Tuesday, July 05, 2011

spike, beets and a nap

Spike came home last night! Hooray!

He's gone again, of course. But he got to share in my ongoing food experiment. Plus he barbequed sausages, which was a very lovely addition to my veggies.

For the record - spinach with olive oil and sauteed garlic - has potential, but I didn't love it. I wanted to. It smelled good. I think I cooked it too long. And had too much olive oil. It wasn't awful - just wasn't great.

But the beets!

You won't believe what I did with the beets. Well, one of you will, because you made the suggestion. Yes, the giver of this recipe can be found at his blog from time to time. We've never met in person. But I've been assured by a flesh-and-blood Spike and his sister that he is indeed a real boy.

And here's what he said to do with the beets:



Boil until soft. Peel. Slice very thin. Pour some olive oil and balsamic on a platter. Place beets on said platter. Top with more olive oil and lots of mint leaves and black pepper. Let sit for 20 minutes. Squeeze some lemon on it and have lunch.

So. Very. Yummy.

Even Spike said so.

P.S. Yesterday, after planting a tree, I wandered around the yard. I had woken up too early for a day off, in order to take Spike to work. I began to nod off in a patio chair, and finally pulled the cushion off the chair, onto the deck, in the shade of the big tree. Laid down. Woke up 2 1/2 hours later.

It was heavenly.

2 comments:

Derbecker said...

I'm a real boy? That's the nicest thing I've heard for weeks. :)

Janer said...

I think actually, almost amazingly, MD has become a real man, in fact. Which says more about how amazed I am that I too have aged, than it does about his ability to mature, amazing or not. And I will be trying that beet recipe soon.
And I'm thrilled and somewhat jealous you had a nap under a tree. I think that may be a bit of heaven, in fact.