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When you hear “beets”, what comes to mind? For me, two things. First, Dwight Schrute (obvs.) Second, those awful jarred beets that my mom served countless times when I was a kid. Needless to say, I’m a bit wary of beets. Last spring when I traveled to Charleston for a photography workshop, we enjoyed a fabulous assortment of fresh ravioli including a beet and goat cheese var
