Is this why they call them BEET-les?

Every week, the company that I work for (or big giant corporation, actually) hosts a pretty fantastic farmer's market in our corporate cafe. I can never resist the produce and usually end up loaded up with brown paper bags full of fragrant bush basil, cute mini-vegetables (baby heirlooms, nugget potatoes, baby romaine), perfectly ripe fruit, and an armful of multi-colored beets (my favorite).

I've got a batch of the lovely, earthy beets roasting in the oven as I type and I have plans for them. Big, sweet, knock-you-off-your-feet plans. You'll have to wait to see,though. But for now, take a look at this cute little fella I found stowed away in my market bag.