Daddy has fond memories of eating pickled beets while he was growing up. His paternal gramma made them. Once while visiting my paternal gramma she offered us pickled beets, now noone in my family liked them so we said, "No, thank you". Daddy said, "Yes, please". We tried to explain that he didn't have to eat them just to be polite. He wasn't eating them to be polite, he actually liked them! 
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