I like beets. And olives.
Beets frightened me for most of my life; pickled, roasted or plain, they just looked weird and wrong and I avoided them like mad except in the form of borscht with lots of sour cream. I can't remember when I actually attempted to eat one, except that it was fairly recently, but it turns out that I like them very much indeed, and could have been loving them up for the past three decades if I hadn't been so weird about it. Yet another sorry chapter in my wasted youth (and what a waste of a wasted youth, really, to be wasting it on things like not eating beets).
Not sure what chard is, but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like it.
IIRC, chard is kinda like spinach with tougher leaves, sort of, but not exactly. It's aggressively healthy and can be chewy or stringy, but is mostly pretty inoffensive.
ION, I have not worked nearly enough, the end of the day is fast approaching and there's no way I can get everything done, and my stomach hurts like a bastard. None of this is really fixable, but it could all be mitigated if only I had a puppy. I think. Anyhow, I'd like someone to give me a puppy so I could test my theory.
