At the winter farmers market, I saw the most enormous beets. Larger than softballs, a bag of six went for $5. The growers are from Belarus. She’s as sweet as the Virgin Mary. He’s a welder, with a handshake that could crush golf balls. Feeling goofy with holiday cheer, I had to jest.
“Do you have any beets that are, like, bigger?” I asked, holding my hands apart to demonstrate big.
