I just totally flirted with disaster.
On this intensely gorgeous day, I decided to eat lunch outside. Lunch was a nice salad of frisee, toasted walnuts, Stilton, orange segments, and...roasted beets.
Yes, you heard me. I said beets, people. I ate beets OUTSIDE from a flimsy plastic dish. Holding them, precariously, over my own lap as I sat crosslegged on a bench. Beet juice could have poured all over me if the wind kicked up just wrong. I was but a single solitary mis-step away from looking like a murder scene. A murder scene flecked with brainsy-looking chunks of blue cheese.
But that is just how I am. Brave. Bold. I never flinch in the face of danger. A man on the edge. Of beets.