All We Are Saying Is GIVE BEETS A CHANCE!

Everyone's talking 'bout carrots shallots cucumbers broccoli cauliflower lettuce tomatoes zuchinni corn corn corn
All we are saying, is give beets a chance!

Why did John Lennon love beets so much? :shrug:

I remember i ate beets for the first time in a good long while. next day had to use the toilet. i looked in and thought i had a serious problem for the 2 seconds it took to remember the beets.

My beloved tubers would never do such a thing! As if! To lump them in the same excretory category as asparagus! ;-)

Still have a dozen jars I put up last year and here it is, time to plant more.

:woohoo: Beets! :woohoo:

And besides, I like to tinkle pink.

I have experienced this myself. Quite worried at first, thinking I was passing blood, until I remembered.....

I add half a beet every morning cause beets are good for you

I knew YOU had to be a beet lover! :hi:

--IMM

:hi:

:hi:

:D :hug:

:blush: :hug:

:9

The radish, admittedly, is more feverish, but the fire of the radish is a cold fire, the fire of discontent not of passion. Tomatoes are lusty enough, yet there runs through tomatoes an undercurrent of frivolity. Beets are deadly serious.

Slavic people get their physical characteristics from potatoes, their smoldering inquietude from radishes, their seriousness from beets. The beet is the melancholy vegetable, the one most willing to suffer. You can't squeeze blood out of a turnip...

The beet is the murderer returned to the scene of the crime. The beet is what happens when the cherry finishes with the carrot. The beet is the ancient ancestor of the autumn moon, bearded, buried, all but fossilized; the dark green sails of the grounded moon-boat stitched with veins of primordial plasma; the kite string that once connected the moon to the Earth now a muddy whisker drilling desperately for rubies. The beet was Rasputin's favorite vegetable. You could see it in his eyes.

In Europe there is grown widely a large beet they call the mangel-wurzel. Perhaps it is mangel-wurzel that we see in Rasputin. Certainly there is mangel-wurzel in the music of Wagner, although it is another composer whose name begins, B-e-e-t—.

Of course, there are white beets, beets that ooze sugar water instead of blood, but it is the red beet with which we are concerned; the variety that blushes and swells like a hemorrhoid, a hemorrhoid for which there is no cure....

An old Ukrainian proverb warns, "A tale that begins with a beet will end with the devil." That is a risk we have to take."

Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

The beet goes on.

--IMM

Although my beet fetish came before I ever read that book!

although it had no higher meaning until reading that particular page.

Unfortunately, we live in a country where, as Roland Hedley of Doonesbury informed us, "83% of us rarely eat beets."

It was like coming home!