I like...beets.

Jacob and I visited my sister Cindy (1), again over the weekend. Edna's sister, Darlene (2nd to the youngest) was there with her 2 granddaughters. We drove down and back on Sunday, and were home in time to meet my sister, Gloria (3) and her son Jaz on their way through.

To my point.

Cindy and her husband always plant a good sized garden. Beans, tomatoes, broccoli, cabbage, corn, cukes, beets, horseradish, zuccinni, onions, and more than that, I'm sure. When you visit Cindy in the summer, you take home just picked, garden veggies. That's just the way it is. Jacob helped pick some beans and my brother-in-law, Ron, cut me a cabbage, plucked me some beets and onions, and sent me on my way.

Monday night, I cooked up those garden fresh beets. I love beets, by the way. But they're best when garden fresh. I had beets for dinner on Monday. Though I forgot what beets fresh from the garden do to your poo. I thought I was dying on the pot! I was preparing to bleed to death when my husband walks in and says, "You ate beets." with the 'you're the dumbest dummy on earth' tone. Oh, yeah! The beets!

I do have to tell you - beets from the can do not do this. Pickled beets do not do this (at least not as severe). Only beets from the garden have this ability.

I had beets again for dinner last night (they're all gone now). Those beets must have some fiber to 'em. Anyway, this morning Jacob comes into the bathroom wanting to flush. He looks in the pot, puzzled, leans in, and stares as it goes down. He looks strangely at me. I said, "Jacob? What's wrong?"

"It's purple."