My Lonely City

I got some beets when I went to the store last week. I’ve never eaten a beet in my life; they’re freaky weird when pickled, and I’d never had much experience with them fresh. So I got them intending to make soup; I found a recipe that didn’t have dairy in it, and I thought I’d give it a try. Well, a few days later, there I was with still unsouped beets, and no time to try it for lunch that day, but the desire to try something new nonetheless. So I juiced them.

And ended up looking somewhat vampiric, carrying around what seemed quite eerily to be a Pinnochio’s glass full of blood, staining the edges of my teeth so that I looked like a vampire bat with a day job. It was so much fun. Yes, the juice was actually pretty good, especially after I put some ice in it, but drinking it and looking at it was the best. I’m totally dressing up as Ms. Dracula for Halloween; I’ll have to go to Hot Topic and get a suitably gothic gown to wear. I’m thinking black & purple, with corset laces.