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When I first started gardening in my mother’s back yard, she called me a Russian Peasant. It was not a compliment. I headed out back in the evening with my head wrapped in a scarf to keep the mosquitoes at bay, wearing old sneakers, and carrying a pitchfork. In the late summer, I brought turnips and carrots to her customers, who loved them. Years alter, when I actually met a Gardening Russian Peasant in Portland Oregon, I had to agree—I did look like a peasant. Maybe Irish, rather than Russian, but the general outline was the same. Same big grin. Same scarf around the head. Same old shoes and pitchfork. She raised cabbages and potatoes, chickens and a rooster, in her back yard long before urban farming was cool, even in Portland. We compared notes on our vegetables and the weather by waving our arms and smiling.

 

Since then, I have embraced my Inner Peasant.

 

  • I grow potatoes. We eat potato bread in the winter.
  • I raise chickens. (no rooster, though. Too loud.)
  • I wrap a floral scarf around my head in the winter and own an old wool coat with a sparkly brooch.
  • I can whatever I can glean from the streets of Corvallis.
  • I collect animal manure for the gardens.
  • I make soups with beans and root vegetables.
  • I wear old  hand knit cardigans and mud boots.
  • I knit by the fire.
  • We grow gooseberries and red currants as well as raspberries and blueberries.
  • Pickled beets are a preferred food in March.
  • I haul hay in my van.
  • I have bean seeds in my pockets, even in January.
  • I compost—everything.
  • We eat from the farms that surround us, worry about crops and weather, and consider the land a sacred place.

 

 

Pickled Beets—from the Joy of Pickling

 

Harry had two plus pound beets in the fields this week and they were not fibrous. It has been a year for gigantism. 

Making pickled beets turns our kitchen into a massacre site, with red liquid everywhere. Just be prepared. Do not use the new kitchen towels. This makes six pints of beets.

 

7 pounds of beets—peeled, cubed, and cooked until just tender.

 

2 cinnamon sticks

1T whole allspice

1t whole cloves

1 c white sugar

1 c brown sugar

2t pickling salt

1 qt cider vinegar

2 cups of water

 

Simmer spices in liquids for ten minutes while you pack the beets into pint jars. Strain out spices and pour hot liquid over the beets, leaving  ½ inch of head room. Close jars and process in boiling water bath for 30 minutes. Allow to cool before putting away.

 

Eat in the middle of winter on cold grey days.

 

 

 

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Comment by Sue Gee on July 15, 2013 at 11:32pm

I too have embraced my inner peasant.  Peasants are sturdy and hardworking; nothing wrong with that.  The Joy of Pickling book is great.  I used their Pickled Beets in Red Wine recipe last year and they were the best pickled beets I have ever made.  

Comment by Charlyn on July 18, 2013 at 9:49pm

I've used that one, too. I like it a little better, but don't always have the wine and the beets on the same day. :)

Comment by Jennifer on July 29, 2013 at 1:45pm

Love this—especially that last point. Thanks so much Charlyn—for the recipe, too!

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