Pickled Beets

The beets just before pickling.

I live near my mom and dad, which is wonderful for a zillion reasons. Like: I get to go over on a Thursday afternoon and can pickled beets--beets my mom pulled out of her organic garden that morning. There were a lot of pickled beets in my childhood. They’re going to be lovely in the dark of winter.

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