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Toril & Tully Collaboration "Beety Babies" 24x36 |
Bright stems and leaves freshly chopped, stewed,
splashed with olive oil, garlic, and currants,
tossed with red wine vinegar; a tasty lunch is had.
But what to do with rubies that bed beneath the soil?
Boiled, roasted, or steamed they may be,
yet childhood memories still haunt - sitting table side for hours,
trails of red saturating kitchen chopping block;
proof they suffered as much as I.
Perhaps a truce
with brushstrokes of carmine, boysenberry, and pink
framed upon kitchen wall;
finally coexist.
by Margaret Bednar, March 5, 2015
This if for "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Artistic Interpretations - Art with Toril". I am hosting this challenge and invite you to join in the fun. More poems by a variety of talented poets and more art work by Toril.
I did find one recipe that I might like that includes beets. I have yet to try this.
Beet Hummus Soak chickpeas (1 cup dried) overnight, drain, boil with chopped onion. Cook for one hour or until soft. Drain. Reserve 1 cup of cooking liquid. Allow chickpeas to cool. Cook unpeeled beets (1 pound - or about 3) in boiling water for 1-1/2 hours or until tender. Drain and cool slightly before removing skins. Chop beets and chop in food processor. Add chickpeas and onion mixture, 1/2 cup tahini, 3 crushed garlic cloves, and 1/4 cup lemon juice, and 1 Tablespoon cumin and process until smooth. Slowly add 1/4 cup olive oil and reserved cooking liquid while machine is running. Blend mixture until it is thoroughly combined. Drizzle with a little olive oil to serve.
I enjoyed reading of your dilemma, Margaret. Mom would pickle her beets.
ReplyDeleteI loved them, much better than cooked ones. She didn't leave her recipe but I'm sure a similar one is on the Internet.
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i ate too many beets as a kid to ever touch them again. :)
ReplyDeleteLove the sound of that tasty lunch! I enjoyed this poem so much, especially the framed painting and "finally, a happy coexistence."
ReplyDeleteYou capture the vivid colors of the artist here, Margaret.
ReplyDeletehmmmmmmmmmmmm yummy!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous writing.
ReplyDeleteOoo...that recipe!!
ReplyDeleteI love the colors you bring and the contrasting emotions...it's amazing how much our taste-buds mature!
Haha! Their blood stained my fingers many a time. Finding a way to co-exist opened up that deliciousness.
ReplyDeleteYummy! I always enjoyed beetroot - even as a child - but only if boiled (and vacuumed packed) - never the horrible pickled stuff.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Ha.. I truly enjoyed the suffering as a child.. I think I have entered a truce too., but I think I have been through hard times with beetroots too.
ReplyDeleteI am glad the humble beet has been given its chance to shine in art and word.
ReplyDeleteI remember the pickled beets in a jar from childhood and I just can't bring myself to eat beets now! They do have gorgeous colors, though. I love your detante with your beets!
ReplyDeleteHahaha - I think you have a lot of company with you feeling for beets. I love the truce you have come to though. Who couldn't enjoy beets in this form?
ReplyDeleteHa! I could never stand beets as a kid and haven't made myself try them in years--but you make them sound delicious in the opening of your poem. And Toril's work is so vibrant and appealing, too.
ReplyDeleteI love beets, esp., pickled. I love that they ended in a picture on your wall.
ReplyDeleteBeets, better a painting than on my tongue. I could never stand the taste.
ReplyDeleteGreat colors and color names--I dearly love beets--but you capture their stain! k. (Http://manicddaily.wordpress.com)
ReplyDelete"rubies that bed beneath the soil" is such a unique description....and I love the way you've incorporated childhood memories into this. I love beets, but can feel your childhood angst and memories nonetheless.
ReplyDeletePerfect companion to the image.
ReplyDeleteI love the truce. LOL! Funny and evocative.
ReplyDeleteLady Nyo