My Childhood Hatred of Beets Robbed Me of My Dream To Play Professional Baseball
When I was in elementary school our menu was extremely one-dimensional, relying on a handful of staples rotated throughout the week in a failed attempt to keep things fresh. We did not eat well. Fish sticks were prominent, and I remember watching in disgust as some of the other kids at my table slathered them with absurd amounts of ketchup so they could choke them down. And every Thursday was pizza day.![]()
I'll never forget the Thursday menu, which was not-so-carefully portioned into a partitioned Styrofoam tray. A small rectangle of flaccid, bready pizza sat in the large rectangular quadrant. Canned corn and a small cardboard container of milk had their own sections, too. And in the little partition directly adjacent to the pizza, which I thought was so great before I learned that it wasn't, sat the arch nemesis of my entire epicurean childhood: canned red beets.
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