No one liked my gourmet beet soup garnished with a splash of cream and a side of homemade whole wheat breadsticks.
While defrosting the freezer a couple of weeks ago I came across some beets I had frozen from our garden last summer.
Being all resourceful and frugal and healthy I pulled out a recipe I had for beet soup that came home on a school flier titled “Radical Roots.” It was all about incorporating root vegetables into your family’s diet to reap the rewards of their nutritional value.
The flier assured me that my children would gobble up this delectable dish and not even know they were consuming vegetables.
Fat chance. I made breadsticks to help sell it. But going whole wheat was my downfall. I should have known the double dose of healthy would kill it.
My kids cautiously sniffed, sipped and scowled. My girls quietly gagged it down out of solidarity. They are older and starting to realize that someday they will be wearing an apron marketing their own meals.
My son had no sympathies.
I knew better than to tout the nutritional properties of my red root soup as the reason to eat it. I needed a catchy gimmick. I decided to resort to some roots of my own – a punny twist on a favorite classic Michael Jackson tune.
You better eat that healthy soup while you can.
Don’t want to be a wuss, you be a macho man.
Your mamma works hard and she’s gonna get mad.
So, beet it. Just beet it.
Beet it. Yea! Beet it. Yea!
No one really wants to eat it.
Show her you’re not picky, show her you won’t fight.
It really matters that you eat right.
Just beet it, beet it, beet it! Da dum dum. Da dum dum.
Beet it, beet it, beet it! Da dum dum. Da dum dum.
It was time to pull out the big guns, “Hey, did you know that if you eat beets, it will make you pee red?”
He plugged his nose and gulped it down.