I was clearing a garden bed today and pulled out a beet—forgotten in the masses of summer produce—left from last year’s garden. It was the size of an adult’s head, with dozens of sprouts coming from it.
I decided to take it to the goats, who love beetroot. On the way, I showed it to the family—it was impressive, after all.
My husband wouldn’t let me feed it to the goats. He was curious to know just how woody a beet that size would be.
So he made beetsteaks. He used our big pumpkin knife to slice it into giant slabs, then steamed them and grilled them with a spicy marinade.
But I think I’ll feed any other beets this size to the goats next time.