The beets from the Point Reyes Station farmers market weren't the typical deep purpley-red, which is esthetically good, because our chilled soup of pureed roasted beets, raw sweet onion, cucumber, buttermilk and seasonings didn't turn out a frightening fuchsia as it has in the past. Still, pretty wacko, eh? (The polka dots are radish slices.) Delightful fare for a warm day.
Gluttony aside, my thoughts are with all the unfortunate, uneasy inhabitants of the Big Easy as Katrina prepares to wallop the place. Take cover. Take care.