Pickled Beets – A Sweet and Tangy Homemade Classic

Ouadie Rhabbouron

Pickled beets are a delicious combination of sweet, tangy, and slightly spiced flavors. Their vibrant purple color makes them as beautiful as they are tasty. This simple homemade recipe creates pickled beets that are perfectly balanced — not too salty, but packed with flavor.Herbs & Spices

They make a wonderful side dish for salads, sandwiches, grilled meats, or even as a light snack on their own. The best part is that they are incredibly easy to prepare, using simple ingredients you may already have at home.

My whole family loves this recipe so much that if it were up to them, I would be making it every day!

Ingredients
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 saltSalads

Directions
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1. Prepare the Beets
Scrub the beets thoroughly and trim the tops, leaving about 1 inch of stem. Place them in a Dutch oven or large pot and add enough water to cover them completely.Tea

Bring the water to a boil. Reduce the heat and let the beets simmer, covered, for about 25–30 minutes, or until they become tender.

2. Cool and Slice
Remove the beets from the water and allow them to cool slightly. Once they are cool enough to handle, peel off the skins and slice the beets into rounds or wedges. Place the sliced beets in a bowl.

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