For as long as I have known Victor, he has stated that he hates beets. Hates. Loathes. Despises. Doesn’t like. Won’t eat. You get the picture.
Naturally, I love them, but convincing Victor that they were good was not going to be an easy task. Then, again, I like a challenge once in a while.
I started off with golden beets and roasted them in the oven. He reluctantly tried them – and even more reluctantly said he didn’t hate them.
I was on to something…
I tried them, again. He begrudgingly ate them – and liked them, again. This has happened more than a few times, now. Tonight, Victor cooked dinner and he cooked more golden beets – roasted in the oven with olive oil, garlic, and balsamic vinegar. Absolutely fabulously delicious.
He has come to the realization that he really likes beets – what he hates are pickled beets – those mushy things in a can that get put onto a salad. It’s a good thing, because I have several different varieties of beet seeds that are getting planted in the garden this year!
Along with those beets, tonight, we had homemade gnocchi left over from last month when we were getting ready for the Blizzard of ’17. He mixed it with pesto he had made late last summer from the basil in the garden. It’s nice to be able to reach into the freezer and get real food.
Now I have to start working on cabbage…