Monday, June 27, 2011

The Beet Stops Here

A shocking confession: I am beet. Beets - my longtime love - have beat me.

After eating them approximately twice a day for the last month, I don't want to see another beet for a very, very long time.

You see, about two summers ago, I entered into a rather passionate love affair with beets. I suppose I had liked them well enough before, but for some reason after I broke up with my boyfriend of two years, I turned to beets. Yeah, I know, its messed up. Girls are supposed to find solace in Haagen-Daazs after a break-up, right? Or Ben and Jerrys? Well, I'm clearly not a normal girl, because somehow I found myself making trips to the London farmers' market on a mission to buy beets.

And that was just the beginning. I used to defend my obsession to my roommates and family, who were all equally tired of finding beet juice stains EVERYWHERE, as proof of my Russian heritage. "This is just a sign that I really am Russian," I'd say smugly. "Its in my blood, my genetic makeup, to love beets." (Note: sadly, I must confess that there is very little likely chance that my ancestors were Russian, regardless of how much I love beets...and cabbage...and vodka...)

My beet love continued unabated and kept going strong during nine months of living in Russia. But in the past month, living at Euro Club camp and eating beets for breakfast every morning (breakfast of champions, didn't you know?), something has happened...

We've broken up. I honestly don't know if I can stomach the thought of eating beets EVER AGAIN. (Yes, I am prone to occasional hyperbole if you haven't noticed yet)

You know, I've spent a lot of time this past month fantasizing over what I want my "first meal" back in Canada to be. Mum, Dad, if you're reading this, please be aware that greeting me with beets would be a cruel, cruel joke...because I truly am beet.*

*In more ways than one. Finally back in Moscow for a few days before my flight back to Canada, and I am exhausted. Off to bed!

3 comments:

  1. You have a telent for wordplay; if that translates to your second language, you must be popular indeed, given Russians' love of clever puns.

    I imagine the cold beet salad with mayo and garlic is included in your beet purges, but I thought I'd mention it as a possible exception in case you'd never had it. I could take or leave beets before visiting Russia, but I did love that salad. Just as an aside, if you need any cooking advice re: Russian dishes after your return, I'm your guy. My Mother-in-law lives with us (currently on an extended visitors visa, but the immigration application has been in the pipeline for better than 2 years), and what she doesn't know about Russian dishes ain't worth knowing. I never asked her about Katchapuri or other Georgian cuisine, but she's originally from Stavropol so knows some Caucasian recipes as well.

    Is this it for you and Russia, or is your return to Canada only temporary? If not, is your blog just going to fold up, or are you planning to keep it going?

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  2. Scratch Thursday's menu plan! No, seriously. Back to the planning stages. But I'm a clever girl. I'll come up with a suitable welcome home dinner. Can't wait!

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  3. Hahaha thank you! Give me a couple beet-free weeks and I know I'll be back to wanting them again! :)

    Yep, unfortunately after this week this is it for me and Russia (temporarily, though, because I love this country too much to stay away for long!) I'm going to keep this blog going for the summer because I still have a lot of things I want to write about that have happened or I've seen here, and then I'll be starting a new one when I move to England in the fall for the year. But I'm going to have to come up with a new name, I suppose. I like being a devushka though!!

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