A friend of ours surprised us with some produce from his (enormous) garden (Blessing #1190), after he heard that our dog helped himself to our garden veggies. Among the treasures he shared were beets. His advice was to pickle them. I waited until he left to wrinkle my nose.
So I proceeded to ask a few of my friends if they had a better idea. What do you do with beets? One said "Ewww! You throw them out!" I knew she wasn't the one to ask. Another friend suggested Beet Chips, which were "okay," but not as crispy as Martha's. I decided that my slicer didn't slice them thin enough.
And several suggested to pickle them. Really? Pickle them? Ewww! But my mom agreed: pickle those babies!
My mom shared my grandma Viola's recipe with me, and so I began the process. It really wasn't that hard. And they look so beautiful in my cute little pint-sized jars. (#1191)
I tried one . . . and wrinkled my nose. I'm sticking with "ewwww!" I ended up sharing them. All of the jars went to my mom, my sister, and my mother-in-law, who absolutely love pickled beets. It was fun to see their excitement, as I gladly shared my pretty little jars of pickled beets with the beet-lovers of my family. (#1192)