story : I listened to an old lady at the market complaining to the market lady about how this variety of beet didn't keep its color. The market lady told the old lady that she had to eat them raw. The old lady told the market lady, "I do." The old lady then asked the market lady to recommend a better beet. The market lady huffed and then threw some other beets into a basket. I bought one anyway, and couldn't help calling it (in my head of course) "hippie beats" because I'm like that.