So apparently my children (with the exception of No.4) love beets. Fresh, warm, buttery cooked beets. I knew they liked canned ones and so the other day at the grocery store I picked up some fresh ones. Lena was my helper, she "inspected" the beets, and good thing because she noticed a moldy one that I'd thrown in the bag.
So I cooked them up last night, but instead of boiling or roasting I decided to throw them in the mikey. Peeled and cubed them, tossed them with a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper, and cooked them until they were soft. And wouldn't you know it, they were the life of the party. Instead of the "Ewww, what the heck are these?" I expected to hear, instead I got "We want more!"
And so I said to the kids, "Wow, you guys really like these! They must taste really good, eh? Guess your ole mom is a gourmet cook." There was a beat of silence during which they exchanged glances, then Gunnar says, "Well, yeah, they do taste really good... but..."
"Mostly we just want to see our pee and poop look all red and bloody!!" Ardan piped in.
Niiiiiiiice.
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