OK, and the MEN at the roof party all requested this recipe. Ahem...
So, scrub them, cut the tops and bottoms off so they sit firmly in a 9x13, then fill your pan with about an inch of water. Douse them with olive oil and a bunch of red wine vinegar because they will soak it up and their sweetness...well, that's all the beet is ever asking for--to be able to soak up other flavors and to be amazing. So just let it. Cover with foil and roast at 350 for about an hour, until a knife slips in easily. I put on rubber gloves and peel them right away because if you wait, the skin is harder to remove. Either way, you will have a bloody mess when you are done with the whole thing. Beets are high maintenance, but don't be like everyone else and just give up on them. (That bright magenta color looks good on everything, too!)
Anyway, here's the blog recipe I use:
For the dressing, I used mostly apple cider vinegar and then threw in a T or so of balsamic, which tasted great. I love how you get to mix and match fruits and nuts with beets in this recipe. For the salad in the picture, I used blueberries, dried cranberries and figs; last time I used dried apricots and fresh strawberries. I think any combination would be fantastic. I have also used pepitas and goat cheese instead of almonds and feta. I tell you, you can't go wrong. And the avocado? I know it doesn't seem like it would work, but it really does.
BTW, I didn't mean to dis the pickled beet above. My grandma makes them best, and here is her recipe:
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cups water
1/3 cups cider vinegar
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 tsp cloves and salt
Bring to boiling, add two cups sliced beets and simmer five minutes.
OK, beet, you are going to share your post with Henry and his red wagon (which he and Casey pulled five blocks to get here...it was filled with salads made from organic produce from the Phinney Farmer's Market and beer) and the Women of Meadowdale on the Roof (I'm still one).
p.s. Casey (pictured below: Rita, Julie, Natasha, me, Casey)just sent me some "Beet Poetry" by Tom Robbins, so it has to go on the post:
the beet is the most intense of vegetables
the radish admittedly is more feverish
but the fire of the radish is a cold fire the fire of discontent not of passion
beets are deadly serious
the beet is a melancholy vegetable the one most willing to suffer
you can't squeeze blood out of a turnip . . .
the beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime
the beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot
the beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon
bearded buried all but fossilized
stitched with the veins of primordial plasma
the kite string that once connected the moon
to the earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies