borschty-borscht borscht…

There’s something you should know: I love beets. Which means, of course, that I also love beet-y, beefy, vinegar-y borscht. Here’s the borscht I made this morning: Beets remind me of so many things I love…many of them literary. Tom Robbins, for one, and his Bohemian King Alobar, in Jitterbug Perfume. Diane Ackerman’s lucious A Natural History of the Senses. There’s even a wonderful point in Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist (the book!!) where borscht plays an important role for Norah’s character development. Beets add an earthy insistence to life; they feel like blood, like dirt, they make you think. … Continue reading borschty-borscht borscht…