Beets me…

How do you read? Let me explain. I read authors like I eat beets.

We were practicing seasonal food this summer, so every Friday we trekked out to our local farm market and purchased what was in season. This began in April and ended on Halloween, as the market-we-know-and-love officially closes at the end of October for the winter. On the last day, all you can see are staff running around with silly grins and vacation stars in their eyes.

Early in the summer, I spied this slightly rounded, purple-red root vegetable widely known as the beet or beetroot and gathered about six of them into our shopping sack.

BeetsI admit. It had been awhile since I had eaten the beet. FYI — this little beauty, whose season runs from June – October, is packed with a bunch of nutritious goodies. Don’t take my word for it. Google away.

They’re ugly and not all that popular in my neck of the land, but that is part of their charm for me. I’m a sucker for the underdog.

I boiled, peeled and chopped that first batch of beets, and that was it. I couldn’t get enough beets. I cooked them every week, and we ate them cold in salads, hot as side dishes. I started buying them pickled in jars. We ate those, too. I was forever eating beets. Forget chips, nuts, pretzels — I was eating root vegetable junk food.

I have to tell you that Mr. G, honey was getting a little freaked about my beet obsession. With good reason. He caught me on more than one occasion, late at night, standing barefooted in the kitchen in my nightie eating cold beets. He freaks when I put cold, crisp bread and butter pickles on my peanut butter sandwich, too. In a word. Tasty.

My beet feeding frenzy is beginning to wane now, much to his relief.

By now, you’re probably wondering if this is going anywhere. I’m beginning to wonder that, too.

But I began thinking that I read fiction like I eat beets. I discover an author I’ve never read before — doesn’t have to be a new author, just a new-to-me author — and, if I fall in love with their voice, I read them like I eat beets. I read everything they’ve ever written that I can get my hands on. I read their list forwards and backwards from wherever I started. I’ve been known to buy used editions of books that are no longer in print.

I started doing this as a kid with Dr. Seuss and moved on up the line with Louisa May Alcott and Lucy Maud Montgomery and Beverly Cleary, and then Tolkien and Piers Anthony and…

Oh, I can happily move from author to author in between these reading frenzies and I do, but I can also be pretty single-minded about an engaging new author — just like beets.

So, I’m wondering, how do you read?

Heads up from your desks — it’s Friday!


5 thoughts on “Beets me…

  1. I’m pretty much the same way. If I discover a new author, that’s it. Thankfully I have yet to “discover” authors like Stephen King or Michael Crichton that have a million books. I remember the year I read my first Jane Austen book. I was hooked, and devoured everything she’d ever written by the end of summer.

    I also like beets. Maybe the two are related? Feel free to come over to my house sometime, and bring beets. Mr. Discipline doesn’t eat beets. Or beans. Or tomatoes.


  2. *Maybe the two are related?* Too funny, Sarah. You made me lol.

    Have you noticed that Mr. Discipline, the only regular guy I have commenting in these posts, has the only automatically generated avatar that’s pink? What’s up with that WordPress?

    Mr. Discipline is also Mr. Confident. 🙂


  3. Nancy Herkness. I picked up Music of the Night at NJRW last year then put away the book bag. I cleaned out the closet and voila! I couldn’t put it down. Now I must find her other books and send her publisher letters begging for more of her work. Go. Try. You’ll like.


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