Apologies for the short post today. But I am trying to keep to my pledge (to myself and all of you–how I assume a lot about the number of readers I have with my use of “all” :)) to post more often and regularly, even on busy days. Today is one such day. In addition, I was longing to curl up in a blanket with a good book and eschew all deadlines because it is so darn cold here today–17 degrees when I left to teach my 6 am class, to be exact. It’s warmed up to 38, which, although balmy for January in Maine, is arctic in East Texas.
Lucky for me, I had borscht.
I’ve never made borscht before now, but I have been holding on to a recipe card–one of those sample recipe cards that appears in the mail on occasion to advertise a binder collection of cakes, cookies, home-style this or that, or in the case of this particular card, slow cooker soups and stews. I ‘m not altogether certain of my reasons for saving the card. Kevin happens to despise beets in all forms, so I couldn’t have kept it in hopes of making a hearty, healthy family repast. It’s more likely I had been reading about superfoods–beets are—and thought it would be a cheap, easy, and delicious (I do not share Kevin’s convictions of the humble beet) bowl-ful of goodness.
Five years later, I my instincts proved correct.
After some adjustments to the original recipe, I threw this together in the slow cooker in about 15 minutes, then cooled it, and tucked it in the far recesses of the refrigerator in anticipation of lunch today. I couldn’t wait; still freezing from my morning antics, I heated my first bowl at 10:15. I’ve been hovering over and slurping from multiple steaming cups the rest of the day long. Why have I not made this sooner? The ruby broth is earthy, slightly sweet, and utterly restorative. I swear that my lingering sniffles have abated and my thoughts seem clearer. I may be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound by this evening.
I planned to freeze half the soup, but no longer. I cannot wait to eat more tomorrow.