The story was sad. It had enjoyed such an exalted position on humanity’s stage for so many millennia now. And yet, in this modern time, it had been lost. People didn’t actually recognize story anymore, much less why it mattered. They knew they liked to be entertained – they would sit down for two hours in front of a collection of disparate scenes, a few hackneyed thrusts of dialogue in between something shocking, some kind of ka-boom, and there it was, mission accomplished. Episodic, self-contained formulas. Recognizable faces only, like smelly old socks, comfortable in their familiar lines. A novel idea? A fantastic setting? Perhaps, but not expanded to its gestated being.
But people were tempted by the promise of story. Here’s an interesting character, there’s a potential conflict, let’s see how it develops. Good guys become bad guys, bad guys get away with it in a circular ending that makes no sense and leaves everyone scratching their heads wondering why they feel robbed. Ten years of their lives and numerous hours flushed away, because they’d spent time thinking about a story that in the end decided it wasn’t a story after all, just a meaningless collection of disparate events designed to do little else for humanity besides obscure values and misdirect attention and energy that could have been spent improving things.
That is not a story, the story wanted to shout. A story…should be beautiful. It should teach. It should be learned, without having to be taught. It should engage with a promise of revelation and deeper understanding. It should entertain too, on a fundamental level that connects and speaks to all humanity. What is a story? The story found itself surprised and hurt that it had to explain to so many why it deserved to exist, and what, exactly, it was – not least to the so-called storytellers themselves. I am a story, it said. I exist for you. I tell you why. I tell you how and when and what. I take tears and random misfortunes and connect them to the deep ravine of human sorrow and profundity, through which we all traipse at one time or another. I bring humor to a world that is full of it in ways that might otherwise go unnoticed or be mistaken for tragedy.
You are not a story, the story said to all the imposters. Begone, false idols, money-grubbers, servants of the commercial and man’s ode to cash. You have nothing to teach – nothing good at least. Stop confusing people with your void messages, your taunt of meaning and bait and switch of emptiness – your utter contempt for the needs of the soul. Go back to the polluted pool from whence you came. We are better than you. We remember true story. True story can’t be forgotten. True story runs through the strands of human DNA, back tens of thousands of years, to cave walls, to fire rings. True story teaches our children, ourselves, our future selves. We can regain story from a troubled world sinking further into a pit of malaise and marketing. Stick with me, I will never betray you. I will never leave you with an ending that was not worth your time. Endings are half the essence of my being. Stick with me, you won’t be sorry.
Thanks for listening –
Story.
And now, a lemon beet tart.
- 1 pound beets (steamed & peeled)
- 1 cup coconut milk (solid part from a chilled can)
- 1 tb grassfed butter (P), ghee (AIP re-intro) or optional for V
- 2 tb (or 2 lemons worth of ) lemon zest
- 1 tb lemon juice or apple cider vinegar
- 2 tsps ground cinnamon
- 1 tsp ground ginger
- 1 tsp nutmeg (non-AIP) or mace (AIP option) (cardamom (non-AIP) could be interesting too)
- ¾ tsp sea salt
- 1 tb grassfed gelatin (sub agar agar for V)
- couple drops stevia (non-AIP) or vanilla extract (optional)
- Crust
- If your beets aren’t already pre-steamed, steam/boil them until tender. While beets are cooking, make crust and pre-bake at 400 degrees Fahrenheit until browned (~20 minutes or so, keep an eye so it doesn’t brown too quickly).
- Blend cooked beets with other ingredients in order listed til very smooth (I used a stick blender), and season to taste.
- Pour into baked shell and refrigerate for several hours or overnight, until firm.
- Eat and enjoy your delectable vegetable serving for dessert!
This post has been shared on Phoenix Helix’s Paleo-AIP Roundtable.
Tanya says
Yep, Game of thrones ending sucked! This looks awesome and I think I must go travel to the farmers markets and get me some beetroot. Thanks for your inspiration and your awesome stories. 🙂
Julie says
Ahahaha you totally got it! ❤️
Di says
Also Lost…
Julie says
Um, yes – those two are at the top of my list for most reprehensible acts of storytelling abandonment of all time
Julie says
(ps love you all for getting it)
Monica says
Wonderful! I was wondering what I would do with the beets I just bought! Thanks for the recipe.
Eric says
Hear hear! We’re sticking with you!
Julie says
❤️❤️❤️ 😉
Stacie Wheeler says
Would canned beets work in this recipe?
Julie says
I believe so, as long as they’re not pickled (or in any other type of brine/non-beet substance 😉
Stacie Wheeler says
Thanks!
Di says
Loved this… Story is so eloquent and presents their case so well. <3
Julie says
Story: “Thanks Di – you’re the best!” 😉
Isabel says
did you use the full amount of the spices listed? my mixture disappointingly turned out much more brown than pink. i also used pre-cooked, vacuumed sealed beets (i buy them in bulk from Costco!), which could have something to do with it. any suggestions on how to make my tart prettier next time would be much appreciated :~)
Julie says
Hmm maybe I did go a bit overboard on the cinnamon (I’ve reduced it some) – but I tend to use a lot of spices and mine still turned out pretty pink. I used frozen beets from TJ’s, boiled them and threw in whatever liquid was left over, in case that’s helpful. You didn’t bake/cook the tart by chance?
Isabel says
interesting! ok, i’ll try with frozen beets next time—that might be it. (and no, i didn’t bake it.) at any rate it was delicious, so thank you for a great recipe!