Honestly, I'd love to say that I made this recipe through trial and error. That I had been slaving over the stove, testing and re-testing beets forever, but the truth is, I bought some beets, boiled, removed the peels, cut into wedges, added a few ingredients to a pot: vinegar, sugar, cloves, cinnamon, and salt. The whole thing just seemed to work out. The only comparison I have to anything better than good is my grandmothers pickled beets, and I wouldn't want to say that they are better, but they do come pretty close.
Since returning home, I've had little to no desire to turn on the stove. Even turning on the dishwasher seemed like a bit of a mistake, but we've got to be civilized, now don't we. Also, who wants to cook in totally abnormal, extremely awesome weather? I've mostly been throwing together salads, which has proved to be a great idea, because the markets are currently overflowing with beautiful and vibrant greens
Meet farro. She and I have developed quite the relationship. Our love sparked a few weeks back, at a local cafe here in Seattle. I ordered a fennel and farro salad and ate it so quickly, and with such enthusiasm, I am sure my fellow patrons deemed me to be insane. After inhaling the dish in less than a few minutes, I felt pleasantly full.