Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Dear Roasted Beets,

Dear Roasted Beets,

I like you. I think you’re sweet and pretty, but so much more. You’re earthy and robust, and you’re good for me, in so many ways. But I’m writing today because I think we have to break up.
This spring, we’ve spent a lot of time together, and it has been delicious. I especially liked it when we have shared a meal at the Wedge with our friends, Mixed Greens, Gorgonzola, and Walnuts—not to mention Raspberry Vinaigrette, your soulmate who dresses in the same color as you. And I know how you appreciate it when I make sure that each one of them sits next to you on my fork as I lift you to my mouth for each glorious bite.

I think I might even love you.

But I wish that you could get along better with my GI System. You see, GI and I have been together for a long time, and she is usually quite agreeable. She likes almost all of my culinary friends—even the spicy ones, on the occasion that I want to cut loose and party! I don’t know if you said something to offend her, but it is clear that my GI doesn’t like you the way that I do. In fact, she usually sees you coming in the front door, and boots you right out the back, and that makes me feel bad.

I am so sorry, Beets, that it has to end this way. Maybe we can see each other sometimes, in small doses, and maybe GI will tolerate it. But I know where my loyalties lie, and I think that for now I have to respect GI’s feelings and take a break from you for a while.

I had a really wonderful time at lunch today. Please know that I never meant to hurt you. I mean, you know, other than cutting you into little pieces and chewing you up and swallowing you—but you know that was all done out of love.

Stay Sweet,
Jen

5 comments:

mark said...

I hope you don't mind if I grab roasted beets on the rebound. I've been hitting her on the side for a year now. I can't believe she never told you....

Scooteur said...

Ohhhhh, the agony! Just don't make me watch.

writermom said...

You are too funny. I mean, the GI distress isn't funny, but your breakup letter to beets sure is...hope you feel better!

writermom said...

You know, this has me thinking about my own letter. It goes something like this:

Dear Chickpeas, there's no easy way to say this...I love how you are mealy and packed with fiber....

Anonymous said...

Alas, I have just found out that the beets are the culprit. I could have written this myself. I am going off to weep now.