I last enjoyed Borscht about 17 odd years ago, on the summit of Mount Snoqualamie, in Washington State, with some good friends. We were there to do some spelunking, plain and simple.
We hiked like 7 miles straight up the mountain, which was painful as I don't like to hike up mountains much. My body was made for Dungeons and Dragons, not for crawling up gigantic rocks. I couldn't complain (much) as one of us (not me) was also carrying a baby on her back.
I have to admit that it was beautiful and kind of exciting, until we got to the top where there was still a bunch of snow.
Before we climbed into the goblin holes, we had to have some lunch. Hiking, like slavery and camping, makes food taste really good.
Tess had made borscht, which was terrific. It was the first time I'd had the stuff, and yeah, it was purple and powerfully delicious. It was also the last time that I had it, I'm pretty sure. No, not because I got sick or anything, just because I've been making art and not cooking so much.
I've had this desire to have some red beet soup lately, so I think I'm gonna make it. It probably won't equal the atmosphere of standing on top of a little mountain, but it might suffice.
- Daniel
PS, Caving was really fun, except when my body got stuck when I was crawling through a little goblin hole. Then the panic set in. Terror has a flavor, and it's not borscht!
