Of all the beets planted, only one made it through the Polar Vortices this winter.  We are having it for dinner tonight.  It was a chiogga.

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Adding:

Just because it’s pretty doesn’t mean it tasted any less like a beet.  Chioggas don’t have a lighter taste just because they are striped instead of being burgundy.  And the only way I eat them is roasted.  I think pickled beets are foul.