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20 November 2012


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Beetroot can be overwhelming, can't it? I hated the boiled stuff at school and have steadfastly avoided borscht. I have, however, recently been converted to roasted beetroot - just a small amount in a medley of roasted root veg. Perhaps I'll even follow your recommendation and give the borscht recipe a try.

Elizabeth David certainly had not reached the school kitchens when I was a child and the only cooked vegetables I could stomach were peas and potatoes. It was only when I learnt to cook myself that I was converted. These days I crave brassicas, the darker the better, sweet parsnips, roasted carrots and beetroots and, of course, delicious borscht. All those years wasted.

I love beetroot, always have, and particularly beetroot soup (which I had yesterday). Always use a simple recipe from Rose Elliot (beetroot, onion, potato, lemon)topped off with Greek yoghurt and chopped mint.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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