“They put hair on your chest,” my hairy-chested father told my sister and I when we were tiny. We squealed and turned our noses up at his offering. “They taste like candy,” he told my red-headed niece waving a slice of beet at her. “You like candy?’ she asked. Then added, “I don’t like candy.” … Continue reading Beets
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