I was compelled to write about one of my favorite foods after reading Jenne’s recent brussel sprout experience. After I read her post, all I could think about was brussel sprouts. Yummy, pan-fried, and hot. OMG. I love those things.
Anyway, those brussel sprouts reminded me of pickled beets.
Yes, well probably because no one likes either. No one except me, that is.
I love, love, love pickled beets. When I was pregnant (for about 3-1/2 years!), I ate 4-5 jars of that stuff a week. I am not kidding you. I was a beet fiend. It’s a wonder I didn’t turn red.
Oddly, my kids all loved beets as babies, toddlers, and bigger kids. I used to serve them as dessert and tell them how lucky they were that I would share my precious beets with them.
And they believed me for the longest time. That is until they acquired friends who knew better.
Whatever, more beets for me.
So one day, my sister-in-law (the one who is married to that guy who wrote peach on the wall) had these McCutcheon beet balls. And she shared.
OMG. A new level of beet-dom. I loved those little baby pickled beets.
I would drive the 35 miles – all the way to Frederick – to get them. (I did sometimes get to meet a friend from Hagerstown there!) I’d buy them by the case.
It started to be too much trouble. I could get used to the Aunt Nellie’s again. They’re not little balls. And the flavor is a little off… but they’re good. I mean, I had about 63,700 of them in the 3-1/2 knocked up years (that’s 70 beets per jar/5 jars per week/42 weeks) and a whole lot more before and since. So clearly, I think they’re acceptable.
But they’re not beet balls.
I even went to a nice orchard near my in-laws home and bought their homemade beet balls. They were a bit of a let-down.
For the most recent holidays, my parents came over with a box for me and an envelope for Andrew. He got a gift certificate and I got….wait for it….a 6-pack of McCutcheon’s beet balls. I was ecstatic.
I know this has been a long story, but here’s the point…
I ate my last beet ball today. The last ball from the last jar.
I guess I’m going to Frederick.
Anyone up for a ride? There’s a Roy Rogers on the way….