Tom Robbins wrote a whole novel about the beet, or, at least, the root vegetable played a crucial role in the narrative. Robbins made the claim that the beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon. That seems like a bit much to us (plus a serious underestimation of the moon), but the beet does make us feel poetic: it tastes like the underground where it grew up, and it bleeds the color of what runs through our own veins. And have you ever baked beets? Their skins turn black and crack open, sizzling with their blood-red juice. Peeling them post-oven, your kitchen looks like a crime scene. The beet is definitely the vegetable of carnage, in other words, and[…]