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While having lunch with some tourists, I polish off my quiche while nibbling at the many fresh vegetables in my salad.
“What’s this?” one of the tourists asks, poking at one of the veggies.
“It’s a white beet,” I tell her, explaining that the rest of the vegetables are seasonal, and that the salad will be slightly different in a few months. I launch into a whole thing about how it’s springtime, and the strawberries and asparagus fill the markets. I also tell her not to repeat “beet” too loudly, because it sounds like “penis” in French. We giggled.