Washing Beets

So I’m up in Kansas hanging out with Granny at the nursing home. They had beets at lunch the other day and we got talking about a day that I was visiting for the summer and helped her harvest the beets from her garden. And I remembered I had recently scanned the above picture from that day.

As you can tell by the smile on my face, this was BEFORE I had actually TRIED a beet.

Categories: Nostalgia Tuesday

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Mom · 31 December 2008 at 11:17 AM

Isn’t it a sad joke that something so pretty tastes so – well so like beets? Did you eat them fresh, or Granny’s favorite, “pickled”? EWWWW! At least to my knowledge they never planted brussels sprouts!!!

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