warning: TMI

I like beets.

Pickled, roasted, whatever. I even like the scary shredded beets at salad bars that turn your hard-boiled eggs purple.

Now that we're going to the Ferry Plaza farmer's market regularly, we've been eating lots more beets – they have interesting heirloom varieties.

But the way the body processes them: that's disturbing.

scene from yesterday:
"Aaaah! I'm peeing blood! ...Wait, no, I had beets for lunch, I'm okay. Never mind."