The topic of the Photo Shoot for today, 07 February 2013, is:
Beets: What to Eat and What to Leave?
Today’s Photo Shoot is a small one. Paul went out early this morning to do the weekly food shopping and on my list were “beets” which we both love.
Oh there is nothing like fresh beets, even though the red-colouring factor leaves one’s hands red for hours and hours. Anyway, the reason I am using these photos is just that I have a question for you, my wise readers.
Here is the quandary I’m in: How do I use the greens of beets?
I know the greens probably contain tons of vitamins and minerals, as do most greens, but I’ve never cooked with them before. I’ve only thrown them away, and since these are such beautiful looking greens AND beets, I’d like to conserve a bit and use them if I can.
Can I just throw them into a soup? Will they taste OK? I suppose I could actually try a leaf in my mouth, but I have already put them away in the fridge and was going to look up online what to do with them. Then I realized that some of you might just know how to cook with beet greens, so this is my quest – to find a good way to use them.
Any ideas for me?
And a recipe for Tangy Buttered Beets & Beet Greens w/Dijon. Sounds great.
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And for our friend Bill D. in Yorkshire, I thought you’d get a kick out of this photo of where we have hung your beautiful photograph of Whitby Harbour – it’s over Paul’s desk where he can gaze lovingly at our favourite place in all the world whilst he is doing his business tasks. Love it and we thank you very much, indeed, for it.
You might also note where your calendar ended up…
That’s All Folks! Send in your recipes using beet greens when you get a chance. I can’t wait…
Snow’s a’comin’ to our land tomorrow so the next Daily Photo Shoot might very well be white-on-white photos for the most part.
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“The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog…
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of the world…
When all other friends desert, he remains.”
~ George V. Vest ~