beetroot

I am haunted by beetroot.

After my return to the UK I rediscovered pickled beetroot. For less than a pound I can get a huge jar of beetroots in vinegar. And they are delicious. But the problem is that it is something I get cravings for. I have never been able to explain to myself where this weird desire to eat pickled beetroot or cucumber comes from but it is a very stubborn desire. So now every time I do my grocery shopping I buy a jar and it will no doubt last for at most two meals.

But this is not it. Now the silly red vegetable is following me everywhere.

I went to the country with my friend a week or so ago and on the way we stopped at the super market to get salad ingredients for our pretentiously healthy dinner. While I was picking up lettuce he popped something into the basket – beetroots. Ok. Ok. Ready cooked beetroots are a good thing to put into the salad. Why not.

Last week I ended up eating my Friday’s lunch for Thursday’s second dinner (I was hungry) so on Friday I had to march to the shop to get a take a way lunch. And the only nice looking salad I found was – with beetroot. On the way back I stopped at my usual coffee place and while waiting for my Americano with some hot skinny milk I noticed their new autumn drink – carrot and ginger with…beetroot.

Last Saturday I went out for a nice meal to a rather fancy restaurant. Sigh. No beetroot. Not in any of their dishes. I had managed to escape the haunting red root vegetable. While we were concentrating on the delicious sounding dishes on the menu our waiter (French – what a pleasure) brought us little nibbles to start with – a ball with mozzarella, chorizo stick, foie gras mousse…and BEETROOT with goat cheese.

I must admit it was a good combination though.