Components:
Seven big, fresh beets
One vinegar cup
A half-cup of sugar
Half a teaspoon of whole cloves
Half a teaspoon of whole allspice
A half-teaspoon of salt
Guidelines:
Now let’s talk about the beets. Give them a thorough cleaning before chopping off the tops, leaving approximately one inch. Put them in a Dutch oven with water on top of them. After bringing the water to a boil, cover and cook the beets gently for 25 to 30 minutes, or until they are soft. When finished, carefully remove them from the water and allow them cool.
Once the beets have cooled, remove the skins and cut them into the desired shapes. Sliced beets should be placed in a basin and left for a short while.
Next, place the vinegar, sugar, salt, allspice, and whole cloves in a small pot. It should take around five minutes to bring this mixture to a boil. Pour the boiling fluid over the beets that have been cut into slices.
Before serving, the beets should be chilled for at least an hour for optimal results. You just need to drain the liquid and your delicious pickled beets are ready to eat!
These nutritious pickled beets are a great way to start a meal or as a light snack.
My Downstairs Neighbor Called the Police on Me for ‘Stomping Around’ — How My Daughter Reacted Made Me Tear Up
Ever wondered how age changes the way people treat you? 73-year-old Margaret was heartbroken when her neighbor accused her of disturbing his peace with her walking stick and called the cops on her. Her daughter’s fierce response brought tears to Margaret’s eyes.
I’m Margaret, and at 73, I still take pride in taking care of myself. My cane helps me get around, but it doesn’t stop me from living a full life. My apartment, filled with memories of my late husband George, is my haven.
Recently, my downstairs neighbor Arnold, not a day over 37, seems to have a vendetta against my cane. He accused me of “stomping around” and threatened to call the cops.
When the police arrived, I explained the situation. They understood and reassured me I had the right to live peacefully.
I called my daughter Jessie, who joined our building’s chat group to expose Arnold’s behavior. The response was immediate: neighbors supported me, calling out Arnold’s rudeness.
Arnold eventually apologized, bringing flowers and later, banana bread. He even asked if we could get to know each other better over coffee. Surprised but hopeful, I agreed.
In the end, the kindness of my neighbors and the support of my daughter reminded me that even in a big city, there’s a sense of belonging. Arnold’s change of heart also gave me hope for a peaceful future in my cherished home.
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