I like beets. I didn’t realize how much I liked them until I travelled in Australia, where every diner and roadhouse makes them a common hamburger condiment. I was actually having beet cravings between stops as we drove up the Red Centre.
Pictured here is what remains of a mason jar of beets. These beets, given to me by my friend Tracy, have strange and wonderful healing powers.
Being surrounded by hundreds of tiny screaming germ sanctuaries all day at school, you would think it inevitable that I would get sick. Last Friday I was feeling like I was coming down with something. I came home and had some beets. I felt better. This week I was feeling crummy, and was worried today that I was getting the flu. Came home, had some beets. I feel better.
We might be on to something here…
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