Every English schoolboy has been subjected to beets that are boiled to a pink slimy mass.
Even if you patiently explain that, in America, we roast our beets so the sugars caramelize, they will not eat them.
Okay, much younger Englishmen may wear shoes that aren’t polished, but they will be the height of hipster fashion. For some reason my Thanksgivings are dominated by English friends.
And the polishing time will be reallocated to the perfect ties tied perfectly. Look at the footwear of any of the top English bands today. They always gripe about “the obligatory orange vegetable”. As my English friend, Vickie, says, “Pumpkin is a silly vegetable.” Don’t even think about beets.
I once thought I could surprise my man with a really delicious bean soup for dinner, only to hear "but where's the chicken? The minute he starts speaking, it's as if someone just yelled "FREE NUTELLA!!!