Friday, February 25, 2005

Beet Salad

Somehow I managed to Potluck myself into a corner.
It took longer than I thought to shop, roast, peel and slice.
I went to dinner bearing a beet salad bordering on the alchemical.
A cut-glass bowl clutched in the red-stained fingers of a murderer.
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