Oh my beloved beets,
How I love the way you look at me -from the corner of the table;
the way you dance around in my mouth;
the way you touch my hands and make them be seen.
I admire your dark purple color and your uniqueness.
You change not only the color of my hands, my clothes and my urine {fo real} but also the color of any food that crosses your road.
And for that; I love you.
You complete my salads, my burgers and more recently - 'my' chocolate cake.
You understand me.
Once again I used one recipe to bake 2 seperate dishes. One {special} version contains a pie with cinnamon-honey frosting; the {more simple} other version are cupcakes with vanilla whipped cream.
