We've all experienced this, at least, if we've eaten beets. My wife is a notorious beet eater. On our first date she ordered a beet salad, which stuck with me because it was the greatest date I had ever been on. I ordered a chicken sandwich. I had never been a big beet eater, but once I met my love I started because she took pride in her ability to cook them, peel them and slice them up into salads. But on a number of occasions, even though I have been with her for four years now, I still have moment the day after I eat beets where I think I may have to get to work on my will. There are few things that shock you more than the deep red beets produce the day after you've eaten them.
-Ethan