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borscht

[ UK /bˈɔːʃt/ ]
[ US /ˈbɔɹʃt/ ]
NOUN
  1. a Russian or Polish soup usually containing beet juice as a foundation

How To Use borscht In A Sentence

  • He drank huge quantities of beer and vodka and his face was as red as borscht. BLOOD IS DIRT
  • I think of pletzlach as a close to ideal companion for mushroom barley soup, ukrainain borscht, or any other hearty whole meal type soup. Pletzlach
  • Borscht, an old world beet soup long savored by Russian and Eastern European Jewish immigrants, lent its name to the Catskill region of upstate New York where generations of revelers summered at hotels such as the Concord and Grossinger's. A Family Named Gold Tries to Add Cool to a Soup That's the Color Purple
  • Since beets are not yet in season, Ms. Reusing pairs turnips with savoy cabbage in this springtime borscht. White Borscht With Turnips, Savoy Cabbage and Horseradish
  • He advocates taking the word "borscht" out of the equation altogether. A Family Named Gold Tries to Add Cool to a Soup That's the Color Purple
  • Mrs. Anders had insisted on pronouncing "borscht" the way it was spelled, sounding out the silent "t," and no matter how often he said it correctly, she refused to vary her pronunciation. The Town
  • Here, too, it resembles "The Producers," which was a last-gasp homage to the anything-for-a-laugh Borscht Belt schtickery on which the stand-up comedy of my childhood was based, with four-letter words sprinkled on top to give it a factitiously up-to-date air. The Re-'Producers'
  • The young tender leaves have a fresh, palate cleansing taste and make a delicious addition to a salad; mature leaves can be pureed to make green sauce for fish, French Cream of Sorrel soup, or a variety of Russian borscht.
  • Exclude words that are still used to refer only to Russian things, such as borscht, ruble, or samovar. The Volokh Conspiracy » English words borrowed from Russian:
  • A fascination with castrati—fueled by her reaction to certain men she met in Italy—leads her to Castlegar, British Columbia, where at a tiny airport she is serenaded by members of the local men's choir and served a surprisingly good bowl of borscht. Far-Flung Journeys Through Song and Prose
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