On Impressing with Borscht

Borscht. I have only a vague idea of Borscht. What is this red, beet filled device of food? Meant to shake my core with preconceptions. Blood red. There is blood in it; isn't it blood?

I'll be making something I consider to be Borscht. I know it isn't. Will it taste like an example of precision delicion.

Delicion. The paragon of Delicion. The delicious paragon of all taste. The Delicarion.
Oh, I suppose that would be wrong. Sounds like the cravings of a vulture, or Tyrannosaur.

Please, remind me to draw a Dimetrodon at a later point in time. I am an expert.