Beetroot

While I was at the allotment on Sunday clearing away some of the debris left by the previous tenant I happened to notice that there was row of beetroot. I was quite surprised to see this neat row of leafy vegetables with their red, bulbous tubors crowning above the earth because, aside from a few small turnips and the remnants of some sprouts there was nothing growing on the allotment, nothing at all.

I really love beetroot. People (by people I mean serious foodies) will turn their nose up at the beetroot we get in the supermarket – pickled within an inch of their lives and traditionally served by your grandma at Sunday tea – but I like them. Call me a heathen but I do. But, what I like even more is fresh roast beetroot cooked with garlic, oil and a dash of balsamic vinegar and served with roast meat and potatoes.

  • Fresh beetroot, cleaned and scrubbed 
  • 4 garlic cloves
  • A pinch of sea salt
  • 3 table spoons of rape seed oil
  • 1 table-spoon of balsamic vinegar
  • A wine glass of water

Cover loosely with foil and roast in the oven at 200°c for about an hour or until  the beetroot are tender. Allow to cool slightly before rubbing of the skins – they will come off quite easily. Serve as you like.

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Its snowing again here in Barnsley so we are settled in for an afternoon of painting and crafts, with a mug of hot coffee and a slice of fruit cake while listening to: Ben Howard – Every Kingdom.

Learning Curve

Three things were learned this weekend during my first trip of the year to the allotment:

  • One. I need a secure sort of something to store some basic equipment (forks, spades, wine, biscuits) so I don’t have to lug it with me every time I go to dig, plant or harvest.
  • Two. Rain brings up all sorts of debris to the surface of the soil, including glass shards. Glass + children = certain amounts of cuts and tears (probably mine).
  • Three. If driving to the allotment take spare clean shoes to go home in. New car + muddy wellington boots do not mix and makes for a frustrated mummy.