Beet Rhythm

I finally cut up the giant beetroot I bought last week into deep-red, marbled cubes. Using the largest cooking pan we had and vegetables and spices, I produced a wok-ful of tomato and beet soup by the end of the evening. I thought about the tangy beet broth we always have on Christmas Eve and explained to my co-worker that yes, I love soup, because Polish people eat it all the time. Now things feel normal. 

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