Last night Madame Laurence came up to me around 6:00.
“Kristin!” she exclaimed. “I am going to see a friend tonight. I leave you a salad in the refrigerator, for dinner.”
“Ok, ca va,” I said. “Merci.”
So I take a shower and get ready to meet the group for a lecture from a Franciscan priest about pacifism. I creak across the kitchen floorboards to get my salad. And when I open the container, I look down to my dismay to see beets. Just a huge bowl of red beets…no lettuce, no tomato, no carrots, no typical “salad” mixings. Just beets…in their own juice. Not quite what I was expecting, but that’s what’s for dinner and I gotta eat. So I sit at the kitchen table, alone, eating my beets, on a Friday night I might add. Bon appétit!
Beets actually aren’t that bad, I discovered. But eating so many of them, and only them, for my dinner would not be my first choice…or my second for that matter. But as the French would say, c’est la vie!
Kristin, enjoying your informative blog. I had to chuckle when I read about the "Beets". My granddaughter eating a bowl of beets for dinner. You have come a long way and I am proud of you.
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