Until I made this soup, I have never had Borscht in my life, which is strange because my dad has Russian roots…but what’s even stranger is that I had been craving this soup for a good month before I caved in and made it.
I’ve always been a fan of beets, even as a kid, so Borscht was a natural fit for me. I love how beets stain everything in this soup with their lovely deep red color. No matter what’s in your spoonful, it looks like beets. Of course the beets also stain your cutting board and your hands, but no matter, it doesn’t last long. Wear it like a badge of honor for making this glorious soup. (more…)