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I have always said I hate beets. Because I do. If the juice so much as touches my plate, the plate has to be wiped clean. I loathe it. I must have blocked a painful experience from my childhood. I’ve tried over the years and I did discover that I love beet chips/crisps.
Alba mentioned this month’s special pizza the other night at Primavera. It sounded interesting and included a remolacha sauce. I love trying new things. It wasn’t until it arrived that I remembered remolacha is the Spanish word for beets. The pizza sauce was a beautiful magenta color (my photo doesn’t do it justice) that didn’t remind me of beet root and I decided to live dangerously although Alba kept insisting she would get me something else. Well, will wonders never cease? I loved the pizza and would have it again. My universe just expanded a little bit.
We leave for London tomorrow morning. Today will be spent packing and getting the house ready for Isabel and Cristina. I just pulled out my knit cap, gloves, and scarf. The rain jacket is in my carry-on. It went down to 12˚C overnight here, which should prepare San Geraldo for the same in London (although during the day). He’s already phoned the hotel to make sure he can control the heat in our room; he hates hotels that centrally control the temperature. Also, he’s got two suitcases and a carry-on. I’ve got one suitcase and a carry-on. Either he’s taking too much or I’m not taking enough. It’s usually both.
Siempre he dicho que odio la remolacha. Porque lo hago. Si el jugo toca mi plato, hay que limpiarlo con un paño. Lo detesto. Debo haber bloqueado una experiencia dolorosa de mi infancia. Lo intenté a lo largo de los años y descubrí que me encantan los chips o patatas fritas de remolacha.
Alba mencionó la pizza especial de este mes la otra noche en Primavera. Sonaba interesante e incluía salsa remolacha. Me encanta probar nuevas cosas. No fue hasta que llegó que recordé que remolacha es la palabra española para remolacha. La salsa de la pizza era de un hermoso color magenta (mi foto no le hace justicia) que no me recordaba a la remolacha y decidí vivir peligrosamente aunque Alba seguía insistiendo en que me conseguiría algo más. Bueno, ¿nunca cesarán las maravillas? Me encantó la pizza y la volvería a comer. Mi universo acaba de expandirse un poco.
Saldremos hacia Londres mañana por la mañana. Hoy lo dedicaremos a hacer las maletas y a preparar la casa para Isabel y Cristina. Simplemente saqué mi gorro de lana, mis guantes y mi bufanda. La chaqueta impermeable está en mi equipaje de mano. Aquí la temperatura bajó a 12˚C durante la noche, lo que debería preparar a San Geraldo para lo mismo en Londres (aunque durante el día). Ya llamó al hotel para asegurarse de poder controlar la calefacción de nuestra habitación; Odia los hoteles que controlan centralmente la temperatura. Además, tiene dos maletas y un equipaje de mano. Tengo una maleta y un equipaje de mano. O él está tomando demasiado o yo no estoy tomando lo suficiente. Generalmente son ambas cosas.
• La pizza especial de este mes en Primavera. Pizza magenta: Base de hummus de remolacha bio, salmon marinado casero, cuajada láctica de cabra, brotes de cilantro, y ralladura de limón.
• ¿¡¿Chúpame la rueda?!?
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Have fun in London! Can’t wait to hear all about it!
Jennifer
Jennifer:
I look forward to sharing. Thanks!
I’m so looking forward to your London trip! Woo hoo!
Judy C:
Meet us there!
Looking forward to hearing about London! I am hoping that suck-my-wheel is a comment about drafting, riding close behind the rider in front of you and being sucked along in their slipstream. The black and white outfit is blinding. I have 6 pints of beets pickling in the pantry, I wonder if J would eat that pizza.
David:
I’m sure you’re right about suck my wheel, but really! The pizza tasted absolutely nothing like beets. Those jars of pickled beets would give me nightmares.
Beet chips, beet hummus on pizza, you’ll be eating borscht next! Have a great time in London, you two!
Debra:
I think childhood memories of borscht are what caused the loathing. So, no, that’s not going to happen. But I will keep a slightly more open mind.
Enjoy London!
Change of scenery will do wonders.
Jim:
Raincoat packed, gloves packed, knit cap and scarves packed. I’m ready!
So lucky you are ~ now enjoy whatever lies ahead for you both! Psst: I love beets, there, I just had to say it!
Ron:
SG loves beets, too. It’s a dirty job but somebody’s got to do it.
Suck my wheel?!?!?! Well! That’s one I’ve never been told to do!!!! I could eat a slice of pizza easily everyday.
Beets. Once returned from my trip, my mother had made my grandmothers recipe for pickled eggs and beets…so yummy…I think it’s the clove that really gives them the flavor and they are eaten cold. But I enjoy beets with dinners cooked too.
I also heard right after I left Portofino a huge storm surge hit, with huge tidals flooding the city!!!! Talk about a narrow escape. Im soooooo behind.
Mistress Borghese:
A virgin to wheel sucking? I had no idea. So far, beet chips and beet pizza at Primavera are my limit. I just looked at videos of Portofino. They’re calling it a meteotsunami. Good timing on your part.
Beets are OK two or three times a year…OMG, packing at the last minute…I usually start packing two weeks before a trip…have fun.
Frank:
2 or 3 times a year would be 2 or 3 times too many for me.
I don’t like this last-minute packing either. I’m usually almost completely done a few days in advance with just the last-minute items like toiletries day of. But two weeks before would make me a bit nervous. I don’t know why I feel so behind this time — well I do, but I don’t want to bore you.
Safe travels my friend. (Shirley)
Shirley:
Thanks so much. Out for dinner shortly. Hoping for a good night’s sleep.
I don’t believe I ever had beets and I’m not really eager to try them.
As for that pizza, it may be tasty but it looks it’s topped with uncooked bacon.
Enjoy London.
Kirk:
The uncooked bacon was smoked and marinated salmon. A great combination of ingredients. My grandmother always had a jar of borscht on a shelf in her kitchen. I couldn’t have been more than 3 in the my earliest memory of it. It looked like someone had been chopped up. I don’t know how I would know what someone who was chopped up looked like… but it made an impression.
I, too, loathe beets and anything beet-related but I might, MIGHT, try the pizza.
As for sucking the wheel, I might, MIGHT, need further explanation.
Now to the outfits: I might, MIGHT, not be bothered by the first one but I might, MIGHT, set the second one on fire.
Safe travels!
Bob:
The pizza had no taste or texture of beets. I’d recommend it. David Travel Penguin summed up sucking the wheel and I’m sure he’s right (like riding a boat’s wake). Still, I wouldn’t wear that on MY shirt.
I know our tastes can change, so I periodically try things again. It’s never worked with mushrooms. I dislike the smell, taste, and texture. I like beets, but they can have an alarming side-effect if you’re not prepared for it.
I hope y’all have a great trip to London and that SG stays warm enough!
Kelly:
I’m like you. One never knows. But beets and baked beans have remained on my hate list my entire life. Temps are supposed to right around 50 our entire trip. Not bad. And, of course, a good possibility of rain every day.
Oh, welcome to autumnal London, boys! It is indeed a chilly and damp forecast, so maybe SG has packed his elk-skin-and-bear-fur Viking outfit, after all?
Gawd! That black-and-white nightmare outfit gave me a headache. Having never had a problem with beetroot (albeit the pickled variety rather than the raw thing roasted), I imagine the pizza was delicious – although I have never been a massive fan of smoked salmon, and it is definitely not a “natural” pizza ingredient, unlike anchovies.
Jx
Jon:
Elk-skin-and-bear-fur, check! Pickled beetroot is my especial nightmare.
Safe travels and a very nice stay over there, guys!
Oops, Anonymous was Jan from Perth…
Thanks, Jan fro. Perth!
Someone hates beets too. Whenever we have some I quote “Harold and Maude” mother says to H ‘eat up your beets’ and he does – but Someone never does.
Urspo,
Someone has refined taste.
I hope you take photos of people in London wearing some cool clothes that actually match. No beets for me, no matter what.
Love,
Janie
Janiejunebug,
We were out for dinner and I told Jerry I could tell we were in London just from the clothes.
Beets seem to be either love them or hate them veg.