Ahhh, the beet. My first memories of the beet are not those fond memories my husband has of jars of super delicious, unforgettable pickled beets. My first memory of the beet, in any significant way, is chopping what seemed like a ridiculous quantity of industrial canned beets (ACME brand??) into a near-paste to put on the daily lunch salad of an elderly woman I took care of after high school. Ummm, no thanks. Fast-forward to 1998 when I met my husband, the beet-eater. Slowly but surely he, and beets, won me over.
So, now that a decade has passed and farm-to-table is popular again, it would seem as though the Queen Beet has been overdone when it comes to pairing with chèvre. Some form of this salad can be found just about everywhere. You’d think this would be a bad thing, but I’ve come to dearly love my little beet…
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