My first time trying beets was fairly recent; last year, to be exact, during my first year of university. The residence dining hall had a pretty generous salad bar, and among one of the many choices offered were beets. Obviously, they were of the jarred or tinned variety, but I wasn't picky. I tried it and it was okay, although I don't recall getting beets again (they're heavy little buggers, and the residence charges you by weight!).

This year, I tried fresh beets. It's the root vegetable time of year, so I split a bag of beets with N. I didn't really know how to cook them, so I found a recipe for orange-glazed beets, and went to work. I chopped them into quarters and boiled them. The water turned a deep blood red shade, whose intensity was unexpected. And I think I slightly overfilled the pot, because beet juice water kept splashing out onto the stove, so by the end of the 30 minute boiling period, it looked like a massacre had occured on the stovetop. Nevertheless, I then glazed them in an orange-honey glaze, and dug in.

These beets were definitely a lot better than the ones I had last year. I think I slightly undercooked them, because the skins did not "slip off," as they were supposed to. So I happily noshed down on the skins too. You can't really taste the skin, and a little extra fibre never hurt anybody. If I didn't make this myself, i would not have even known there was a glaze, because the flavour did not come through at all. But then again, that may be because I cooked way too many beets. The beets tasted equally good cold, the next day, and the day after, and the day after that...
There always comes a time within the school semester where you stop and say to yourself, "is it November already?" Not only that, but mid-November is just a few days away. Next thing you know, you'll be waking up with frost on the rooftops and pearly white snow glistening at your doorstep. And this only means one thing. Winter is coming. It's inevitable.

And winter means Christmas, and lots of holiday baking. The scent of spices in the air and the feel of the warm, toasty oven against a bitterly cold day will never fail to comfort me. It's akin to snuggling up in a warm blanket with a big bowl of steaming hot soup. Although I have had a tough couple of weeks, I know that I just need to take a deep breath and take everything one step at a time. Although the brunt of my work has passed (or so it seems), I know there is going to be more in the immediate future.

I know I am committing a cardinal blogging sin, by posting without a picture. But I promise, once I am homeward bound for the holidays (which is not soon enough, unfortunately), postings will most definitely include lots and lots of pictures.

For now, take a deep breath and let it all out.
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