Last Monday evening, I felt a bit peckish just before I went to bed. So I looked in the fridge and found some pickled beetroot. We don't usually have pickled beetroot, so I tucked in. It was delicious.
Next morning, I discovered why you shouldn't eat pickled beetroot on its own. How can I put this delicately? Well, let's just say it comes out beetroot-coloured.
Yes, I know: too much information!
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I'm off to Edgar Broughton's blog. It is the antithesis of yours & a refreshing, un-blinkered change....bye
Evidently not a pickled beetroot fan, eh, remaining reader?
I had an interesting conversation about beetroot-coloured urine with a biology teacher the other day. What a coincedence.
Of course, you realise that proves there must be a god.
Q.E.D.
No, G.O.D.!
Haven't got any G.O.D. but I could do you a nice bit of hallibut.