๐—›๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜๐—ต๐˜† ๐—ฃ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ – ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—˜๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ง๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐——๐—ผ๐—ปโ€™๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐Ÿ˜‹ *๐ˆ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ: 8 medium fresh beets 1 cup vinegar 1/2 cup sugar 1-1/2 teaspoons whole cloves 1-1/2 teaspoons whole allspice 1/2 teaspoon salt… Full Recipe in C.O.M.M.E.N.T

Ingredients:

4 medium-sized beets
1 cup vinegar (apple cider or white)
1 cup water
1/4 cup sugar (or a sugar substitute)
1 teaspoon salt
Spices (optional: cloves, peppercorns, or dill)
Instructions:

Cook the Beets: Boil the beets in water until tender, about 30-40 minutes.

Once cooked, let them cool, then peel and slice or cube them

Prepare the Brine: In a saucepan, combine the vinegar, water, sugar, and salt.

Add any spices you like. Bring the mixture to a boil, stirring until the sugar dissolves

Combine: Place the sliced beets in a clean jar and pour the hot brine

over them, ensuring the beets are fully submerged.

Cool and Store: Let the jar cool to room temperature, then seal it and refrigerate.

The pickled beets will be ready to eat after a few hours but taste even better after a few days.

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