The Borshch Stomach

Firstly, I'm pretty bummed today. Yesterday, I had this random thought while I was spinning my nose ring (which I do often to keep it from getting grown over -- also, i do it self-consciously hoping people don't think i'm picking my nose...). So anyway, I had this thought that -what if my nose ring fell out?- I've always planned not to have my nose ring forever, but i certainly haven't reached the time when i wanted it to come out. But it fell out sometime last night, and i have no clue where it went, and even if I can get another one tomorrow, I'm not sure if it will have grown back over! So I keep reaching to spin it, and it's not there. it feels really weird.

Anyway, Two days ago, my roommate made borshch, which is Ukranian beet soup. I was terrified of it. Beet soup is really common here. And it's pink. But I tried it and loved it! would you imagine? Then yesterday, another of my Ukranian friends made some. I wasn't really hungry, but it was so tantalizing, so I had a bowl. So, we were all talking about how, growing up, we would say we were full from supper, but of course have room for dessert; how everyone has a dessert stomach. Then, we talked about how we all have borshch stomachs, because both i and another guy there had already eaten, but could make room for borshch. Let me just give you an idea of what's in it:
beets (obviously)
potatoes (pretty sure they're in everything here)
tomato paste, or something tomato
basil/spices
other delicious things

and add sour cream to make it pink and extra delicious.

So, i advise all people of the world to make yourself some borshch to experience the satisfaction of filling your borshch stomach, which, like me before two days ago, you may have not even known to exist!