Abortscht

Tonight we're making borscht. 

Peel the beets and grate them up, and throw them in a pot, over there. There's potatoes in water so they don't brown because we cut them up already. Prep work is best not slept (on) work.

Someone put that in a cookbook.

There wasn't fresh dill at the market, and the packed stuff is too expensive, so before we eat this we must go find some. 

But first to cook it. Do you cook a soup? Or just make one?

Someone put that in a philosophy book.

Or do they only do pamphlets these days. Medium posts?

Now, yes. These beets. Potatoes over there. Get the mirepoix going. They call it something different in Russian. It's similarly literal. 

Throw it all together, said my babushka's notes. Sit low heat. Take out a bowl, enjoy.

So there you go, that sorts the instructions at least. Not sure why she so specified grating beets and soaking potatoes if the rest got stuck in a Cliff's Notes paradox.

Someone put that on Reddit. They'd eat that shit up.

Speaking of, I wonder how beets taste raw.