Beetroot

I don't know what they're called in English, but you know those associations that allow you to buy fresh, organic veg directly from farmers (and therefore quite cheap)? Well, I signed up for one of those. And today I went to pick up my first crate of veg, not quite knowing what to expect.

For 8€ I got :
- 3 leeks
- 5 biggish potatoes
- about 500g cherry tomatoes (mostly yellow, probably delicious)
- Good-sized lettuce
- 3 peppers, 2 red and one yellow
- 4 beetroots.

At first I didn't know what they were. I'd never seen beetroot in any other form than chopped into slices on a canteen plate, swimming in its own juice, and being ignored by everyone except the most determined dieters. As it happens, it looks a bit like a deformed, overgrown kiwi. On the outside. On the inside, it's purple and juicy, like I remember.

I hate beetroot. I don't think there's any way I'm going to be able to force myself to eat it, so I've been looking up other uses to find for it. The first one that came to mind was dying, but when I checked the Internet, they said it would wash out because beetroot juice isn't a proper dye, it's just a stain. Pity.

Now, I'm thinking paint, or ink. But I haven't gotten very far with this idea yet, so bear with me.

I can just about bear to imagine eating the leeks (which I used to hate) raw, with salad or something. Because cooked leeks kinda suck. The rest is ok, although the five potatoes were really unnecessary, what with the huge amount I still have to eat, care of Papy Jeannot and Papy Ginès. I guess I'm lucky to have a granddad who gardens, but two of them (Jeannot being Nans' grandda) means I have enough potatoes to paint the living room using this potato-starch non-toxic paint recipe I read about on a forum three months ago.

Ooh. There's an idea.