We have a tendency to prefer things above ground to things that are in the ground.
In other words, we like apples better than beets. Apples grow on trees from pretty stems and beets dwell in the dirt.
It’s just the way we are.
Sometimes I feel that analyzing human behavior is an exercise in futility which can only make you feel desperate or self-righteous. So here’s what I’ve learned to do:
Since beets have a texture which is halfway between a potato and a pear, and they are as sweet to the taste as any plum, I just served them to my kids.
They were naturally frightened at first.
Matter of fact, they looked askance in my direction, as if I was attempting to poison them or make them outcasts from the general population of “kiddom.” After all, how would they ever be able to admit to their friends that they had consumed a beet?
I did explain to them that beets are used to make sugar, so that means they come from a sweet place. And I made sure to place the beets next to a hot dog dish of their favoring.
So to some degree, I think my children learned to enjoy beets, or at least tolerate them when they found themselves dining in my proximity.
For after all, you have to admire a food which has to dig its way out of the ground to land on a dinner plate. Many such organisms having humble beginnings just decide to die in their earthen homes.
Not the beet.
It is prepared to be consumed and relished by anyone who is willing to consider something … a little “off-beet.”
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