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I've never understood the draw to beets. They're my mom's favorite food, but I have never liked them. It's been something like 20 years since I tried one, so when I found a slice of one on my dinner plate (on
our date at a nice restaurant last week) I decided to go all out and give one a try.
Me, to Mr.4444 "I am really proud of myself for taking a bite of this beet! I know so many people who love them, but I have always thought they were gross. That didn't taste bad at all!"
Mr.4444 "Barb, three words-- candied apple ring."
Oh. No wonder I liked it so much.
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