“Just because you’re winning a game doesn’t mean it’s a good game.”  Seth Godin

True to my nature of purchasing too much food I recently purchased a bunch of beets with the greens.  The beets were large and beautiful and the greens were rather perfect.

It was a no brainer what to do with the greens.  I washed them, chopped them, diced the stems, and simmered them together in a pan with some diced onion and coconut oil.  When everything got going, I added a splash of broth, covered, and softly simmered the whole thing for about 30 minutes.  Oh, my!  I think I just gave you a recipe without using the regular form. Did I warn you about the kind of person I am when it comes to following directions and rules?

Actually, I consider the greens and stems a delicious bonus.  What I had a taste for was roasted beets.  And those are so easy to make.



Splash of water


Preheat the over to 400 degrees.  Wash the beets and trim the roots so they’re only about an inch long.

Lay out a large piece of foil topped with a large piece of parchment paper.  Place the beets in the center on top of the parchment paper.  Fold up three ends, both foil and parchment paper.  Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to form a pouch with one open end.  The open end is where you’re going to splash in about 1/8 cup of water.

Seal up the last end.  Place this packet onto a baking sheet or some other pan in case you didn’t seal the package well.  This will save your oven.  Place the packet into the oven.

Bake for about an hour, more or less, depending on the size of the beets.  The beets I roasted were large so I gave them a bit more than an hour.

When the time is up remove the packet from the oven and let it sit there for about an hour.  The contents are hot and steamy and I can’t be responsible if you don’t follow this particular part of the instructions.

When you are ready to open the packet, place the packet into the sink and open one end.  Tip the packet and allow the counter staining liquid to go down the drain.  When you finally get everything in order and the beets are cool enough to handle, you’ll find that by simply slicing off a bit of the top and the root end you can easily slip the skins off the beets.

What I ended up doing was cutting each beet into large chunks and wondering  when I was going to eat all those beets!  My husband does not eat beets.  He’s never tried them but is convinced he doesn’t like them.  I respect his right to be illogical.  That clears the way for all of my illogical behavior.

And then I though of my friend, Nan.  No, I wasn’t going to send my husband to live with her.  Think, think, think.  Of course not.

The reason I thought of her was because at one of the last pot lucks she brought a salad with freshly roasted beets in a light marinade.  So yummy!  She said that she generally goes to the farmer’s market and purchases bunches of organic beets when they’re in season and spends a day roasting beets.

“And then what do you do to all those beets?” I asked.  “Slice them, portion them into plastic bags, and freeze them,” she said.  I asked her how they turned out.  “You’re eating them,” she said.  What I took for fresh, roasted beets were from her freezer.

Well, I now have three bags of roasted beet chunks in the freezer and a small amount of beet chunks in pickle juice.  Because I like pickled veggies I have the habit of saving pickling juice from various veggies.  The juices have varying degrees of heat.  Soaking roasted or steamed veggies in these juices makes them, in my world, yummy.  It works best if vegetables are thrown in hot but even cold the veggies will pick up some of the pickling flavors.

Is that another recipe!


Full disclosure – I had a jar of coffee (we’ll get to that in my next blog) sitting on the counter when I took this picture.  At the other end of the counter was the jar of beets in pickle juice. The beets had darkened the pickling juice and it was as dark as the coffee.  After I took the picture I dumped the beet chunks back into the jar.  Except I dumped them into the jar of coffee! Both jars looked so much alike.  I did rinse off the beets and put them into the correct jar. The coffee went down the drain.  I didn’t tell my husband what I did.  You’re the only one I’m telling.  Let this be our secret.  Duh!

Loveya – The Grandma

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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