oh, beets. I don't really like you own your own, but I love you when you have other friends mixed with you. maybe you're socially awkward... or maybe I am.
We have this local food truck that makes beet balls every now and then and I happened to get coerced into trying them and falling madly in love with them.
these balls will make your hands very red like a bloody massacre.
look at all those flavors!
ready to bake.
(store bought marinara... don't judge)