a bowl of borscht

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Let me just start out by saying: I AM NOT A FAN OF BEETS. I have never liked them.  My grandmother pickles them, and bless her heart for doing so, but I just think they taste like stinky feet or something. Not that I've tasted stinky feet- but you know. Gross.


However, I can do borscht.  And we did do borscht.  And I LOVED borscht.


Laurel scraping carrots


Laurel loves cooking and I've been trying to give her more responsibility in the kitchen. She is so proud to serve a meal that she had a hand in preparing.  She is also more likely to eat it (Laurel will pretty much eat anything except tofu. She hates it with a passion.)


Ian in wrap at the sink


She peeled the carrots and potatoes and I took care of the beets. Beets are so beautiful!  They leave the most vibrant color behind everywhere.  Even the sink filled with peels was mess of magenta. Ian hung out in the girasol wrap for about 15 minutes and then he was down on the floor dragging out all the pots and pans and kitchen towels.


Ingredients for borscht


What I like about this recipe was that the majority of the ingredients were shredded up.  I think this helped them to cook more quickly and not be so overpowering (ie, stinky/gross beets).  I chose not to add the sausage and just left out meat completely.


Bowl of borscht


In the end, I added about 3-4 tablespoons of white wine vinegar. I liked the sour zip that it added.  I also dumped quite a bit of dried dill in, and sprinkled just a dab of chicken bullion in. I completely left out the sugar.  Sour cream would've been heavenly, but I have cut out all dairy from my diet. No matter, I thought it was delish.


Borscht and a baby


Laurel wasn't a huge fan, and neither was Carl (who came home for lunch). So, when I got paged to the birth center I took the rest with me. Isn't it pretty in a jar like that?  I wonder if you could can it?


I made it to the birth center just in time to see the mama and dad with the baby in their arms! Ugh, I just hate missing that moment of birth.  I am starting to take a few sporadic days back on call. Mostly weekends when Carl is available to hold down the fort. I've yet to catch an actual baby though. So frustrating!  I'm missing it bad.