I come from a country where beetroot soup is sacred. We call it “barszcz” but the name has been internationally butchered and bastardized and you may know it as “borscht”. We usually eat it for Christmas with little mushroom-filled dumplings, which we call “uszka” (meaning “little ears”). Barszcz is probably my favorite childhood soup and, understandably, messing around with other beet soup recipes feels like a sacrilege or a betrayal of sorts, not to mention, it could get you disowned by your grandma… but when I saw this recipe in yet another cookbook gifted to me by my awesome parents-in-law, I knew I had to try it, if only because there is almost a whole year till next Christmas.
