“beet or radish?” he asks himself, peeling back magenta skin to reveal pearly white flesh. the plan for dinner was roasted vegetables but this? beets were supposed to stain yr fingertips, leave juicy trails across yr cutting board.

slicing a raw morsel, he tests the root with the tip of his tongue. he expects a spicy bite as he nibbles the edge. “definitely beet.”

and it makes damn good beet chips,

Khonsu X