This looks close to what my Mother made---I'll see. My Mother was an excellent cook, including dishes way outside of the PA Dutch wheelhouse However, she was also an intuitive cook, seldom looked at a recipe and never wrote anything down. As a result, I have spent many hours of frustration in trying to reconstruct many of her dishes, often with limited success.
But---moving on---this brings to mind a story
When my wife was still making the annual pilgrimage to Indiana with the kids every summer, often I could not break free to go along. At the time we had neighbor who was a great old guy and was a surrogate Grand Pop to our kids----not in-lieu of my Dad---but in addition too
Anyway, he had a big garden and he knew I loved red beets. So, one night when I got home he came over with a big bowl of red beets for me----I was so grateful---and so tired (in those days I "worked" for a living) that I ate the entire bowl--and went off to bed.
Sometime in the middle of the night I awoke with a serious pain in my gut---and a pressing need The need was soon answered and as I stood up and turned to send the deed forth I noticed the the bowl was bright red----my God, I'm bleeding internally
I went back to bed and looked into the darkness----there was no sense in calling my wife---what could she do all the way in Indiana. I thought of calling my Mother (my Dad had passed)---but what could she do. I decided to wish I'd wake-up in the morning and eventually fell off to sleep.
The next morning, realizing I was still sucking air and didn't feel bad----only then did I connect the blood and those damn beets
And yes----I have OD'd on beats a few times since----but now I know the signs
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