"I’d rather eat my own fingers than beets."
—My wife, when asked if she’d rather survive on beets, radishes, or liver if she was stranded on Mt. Everest.
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I Didn’t Realize That Was on the Menu
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I just love the line: I would rather eat my own fingers than beats.
It said so much in such an economy of words.
I guess just watch out that she doesn’t lose her wedding ring if someone serves beats when you are out for dinner.
I want to know what led up to this conversation and who came up with the choices :D
And what is that white stuff in the picture?
Kim was the one who came up with the scenario. I gave her the three options. Eventually, the options became more Fear Factor-ish. I was actually able to get her to say yes to the beets when I threw in raw oysters (from the sea) and Rocky Mountain oysters (from the, well…you know.)
As far as the white stuff in the picture…your guess is as good as mine.
I’m with Kim, beets are gross! Ech! Now, would Kim prefer beets to evil veal baby food, I think that’s the better question! :)