beet it

No this is not a Michael Jackson tribute done entirely with beets. Although....that would be spectacular. Hmmmmm...

This is me trying to salvage a crap day. A day that began with me being plowed from behind into another car on my way to work. Iron Stef sandwich. Not any of the good kinds of sandwich. A smooshed car, pain-in-the-butt, no-good day sandwich. Some might call it a sh*t sandwich, but I wouldn't because I'm so lady-like. Right. So this is my second pretty bad car accident in less than 4 months. yeah. I am not hurt, save for a skinned knee, bruised shin, and a lovely seatbelt welt. I am however, extra-cranky. I missed out on a nice night at the botanical gardens because I was not able to get a rental car due to the other driver's insurance issues.

I guess the universe was telling me to stay home at least one night this week. Maybe the contents of my fridge had a conversation with the universe and were like "dude, some of us are fantastic ingredients and we are being neglected! Make her use us!!" Understandable, fridge contents, though I do not condone the universe's methods.


Anywho, message received. I decided to make the most of it. Use those fridge-dwellers and enjoy a relaxing evening at the homestead. Who was living in my fridge? Well, some fine beets from my sister-in-law's parents garden, which had been cooked for preservation, some farm fresh eggs, and some potatoes. Fried potatoes seemed like the best thing, with runny-yolked eggs on top. As for the beets? I made a simple salad by chopping them up, adding chopped walnuts, minced garlic, a wee bit of balsamic vinegar and olive oil, salt & pepper. The sweet, earthy, cool salad went nicely with the comforting fried potatoes and eggs. Top with Manchego, accompany with a few cold beers and the world seems alright again.

Bad day? BEET IT!!