Of all the beets planted, only one made it through the Polar Vortices this winter. We are having it for dinner tonight. It was a chiogga.
Just because it’s pretty doesn’t mean it tasted any less like a beet. Chioggas don’t have a lighter taste just because they are striped instead of being burgundy. And the only way I eat them is roasted. I think pickled beets are foul.