Oh, yes, slices of beet. And put on hamburgers. Even if you've specified that you want them plain. Evidently some part of the word "hamburger" is taken to mean, "must contain a jiggly slab of vegetable usually only eaten when the other crops fail." I think it's the "er" part.

I suspect they're curdled Marmite.

My mother always cooked beets--just boiled, as one of our veggies. I think they have a lot of iron, or something. Once menarche arrived, it was beets and liver, everywhere I looked, because she was certain I'd be anemic. Then liver went from healthy to deathly and mostly disappeared from the dinner table, but still there were beets. She usually has a jar of pickled beets in the fridge, but she doesn't put them on stuff, thank goodness. There's choice.

During my first pregnancy, I think every time dh and I went to my parents' house for dinner, and we had the beet greens too, or Swiss chard, because they're rich in folic acid. It got a bit old.

DH loves those canned beets. *shudder* He puts them on salads and stuff all the time. It's freakish and weird.

Oh, I love chard!

I love it too, but it was ubiquitous for a while. And really, I ate best (on my own, I mean) during my first pregnancy, because that's back in the day when I thought I could be a perfect mother. Ahahahahaha hahah hahahahahahaaaaa.

Yeah, my mom was big on beets -- canned -- too. I don't think I've eaten one voluntarily in a large number of years.

::waves to Madrigal::

And really, I ate best (on my own, I mean) during my first pregnancy, because that's back in the day when I thought I could be a perfect mother. Ahahahahaha hahah hahahahahahaaaaa.

BWAH! So true. Now I'm on the "Toddler Diet"--which means grabbing a handful of goldfish crackers and swigging apple juice out of O's sippy cup while standing up.

BWAH! So true. Now I'm on the "Toddler Diet"--which means grabbing a handful of goldfish crackers and swigging apple juice out of O's sippy cup while standing up.

*snerk*

I'm on the cookie diet. I forget to eat when I am supposed to, and then have to go some place, and my anxiety is worse if I haven't eaten anything and my blood sugar is kind of low, so I grab some cookies. I wonder if that's why I've gained weight. Nah. Couldn't be. Cookies are so small.

Phone solicitations for protection plans on a credit card you already have are that much harder to refuse when you can't tell what they're saying.

I dislike sounding like a cranky bitch. I know that's exactly what they're counting on, but I still dislike it. Also, no, "I don't agree to things like this over the phone" is not satisfied by "You'll have thirty days to cancel." It's 9:30 in the morning! Could you just let it go at two "no"s? Let the third slide?

Also, no, "I don't agree to things like this over the phone" is not satisfied by "You'll have thirty days to cancel."

My mother's standard, "I don't respond to telephone solicitations," is followed by her hanging up the phone, immediately. I've tried it, but I get flustered, and can't get out the word solicitations. It all comes out like, "I don't--I respond, not don't not, solicitiaaa. I don't respond to um telephone solicit..." and then I hang up.