We had a lovely talk on the bench in front of my house, the neighbor and I, sitting in the sun, having a cup of tea, nibbling on fresh baked cookies. She went back into her house only to return with a bucket (!) full of beetroots...
Now, it took me some time to convert my family into eating beetroots (I say: eating, not enjoying! I think a CSI crew can still find evidence of the beetroot fights in our former house) and now I had a winter's worth of beetroots in my hands. They had to be cooked. And peeled. Frozen. Served. Hours of cooking ahead. I sighed and schlepped myself and the beetroots into the kitchen.
Wait! Just outside the backdoor was my deep fryer. Silent witness of not so healthy yesterdays snack. Beetroot chips!
So I sliced thin thin slices, (no mandoline in this house, I used my cheese shaver) patted them dry as best as I could, and deep fried. Making sure they were separated and turned. It took some time to get them crisp but oh the reward! Sprinkled with sea salt, this is a treat! The sweetness of the beetroots, enhanced by the crisp and saltiness.... Really very good!
The down side of it... it's a lot of work. Slicing raw beetroots is not something to think light off and the beetroots need to be thoroughly dry otherwise they won't crisp. Frying is a lot of work and I had only a little bowl of beetroot chips which disappeared alarmingly fast. Not something to do when you expect a crowd. But so very good!