Call Any Vegetable
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Many people like vegetables. Emily really enjoys her vegetables. Our daughter Rachel has decided to stop eating most meat and just eat vegetables. There is even a Beach Boys song about vegetables:
I'm gonna be round my vegetables
I'm gonna chow down my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
If you brought a big brown bag of them home
I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot
I'm gonna eat my, my vegetables
i'm gonna love my, my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
Most people like vegetables, and some people really like them - my friend Suzanne makes elaborate dinners just out of vegetables. A few years ago she made me a breakfast omelet out of eggs and vegetables. It was very good - it tasted like it had sausage in it, but she did it with only vegetables. And every time I visited my friends Cy and Jane, I always knew that our meals would include vegetables. Cy once told me "We aren't vegetarians - we just love vegetables".
I don't love vegetables. I don't even like most vegetables. I do like tomatoes (which are technically fruits) and cucumbers, and lettuce and celery. And Emily has been feeding me spinach in my salads, which tastes alright when covered with tomatoes, cucumbers and celery. But I avoid most other vegetables. When they are served with a meal in a restaurant, I leave them to grow cold on the side of my plate, eventually carried away to their final rest by the server clearing our dishes. Sometimes Emily will have mercy on them and move them to her plate where they will be appreciated and enjoyed. Which is fine with me - more room on my plate for the meat. And now that I am well into my 5th decade, I really don't see this changing - I guess I'll be a veggie-hater for the remainder of my years.
Within the vegetable family, the worst for me is peas and carrots (Spanish Rice is just about as bad, but since this is a Vegetable post, I'll hold off on the rice until another day). When I was a young lad, my mom served peas and carrots at dinners. She had grown up in western Kentucky and had been eating vegetables all her life, and apparently my dad didn't mind (and he would always let us know when there was something that he did mind) so there was at least one meal each week that included peas and carrots. I still remember the disappointment I felt when I sat down for dinner and saw those nasty little green globes and orange squares on my dinner plate. It shouldn't have been so bad that I didn't like them - lots of kids don't. But my dad was one of those parents that wouldn't let his children leave the table until we had finished everything on our plates. So I spent some of my best young years sitting at the kitchen table, staring for hours at a dinner plate that, while stripped of every other morsel of edible food, contained now near-frozen organic remains. Sometimes, to get rid of them, I would scoop up a mouthful and quickly shovel it in, followed by about a quart of milk to wash it all down, swallowing as fast as I could so that none of the vile flavor would touch my sensitive taste buds. But my parents were insidious - they always made sure that the amount of peas and carrots on my plate was greater than the amount of milk in my glass (I think the usual serving of P&Cs weighted about 7.5 pounds). So I would sit there, not allowed to leave the table until my plate was clean, hour after hour, listening to the TV in the next room but denied the pleasure of seeing which amphibian Endora would turn Darrin into, or how Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were going to handle THRUSH that evening.
Until finally, I discovered a solution. I started hiding the peas and carrots. After the rest of my family finished their meal and left the table, leaving me alone again with my herbaceous nemesis (a semi-nightly event in our family) I would gather up the veggies and hide them on the kitchen window sill behind the curtains. I tried to remember to clean off the sill the next day, and that worked OK for a while, but I wasn't always able to get to it before school... eventually my mom discovered piles of dried-up peas and carrots on the window sill and she was pretty sure who to blame. So I had to re-adjust my strategy and find another hiding place. A few months later, my mom found it - while cleaning behind the refrigerator. Of course, I found other ways to dispose of unwanted food items - pushing the food through a window screen out into the dog pen worked for awhile - but eventually I got old enough to refuse to eat peas and carrots, or even to show up for dinner at all. Once I got my paper route and started making my own money, it was McDonald's most every night for me. After all, you don't have to worry about finding any asparagus or zucchini in a Big Mac.
You deserve a break today...
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Many people like vegetables. Emily really enjoys her vegetables. Our daughter Rachel has decided to stop eating most meat and just eat vegetables. There is even a Beach Boys song about vegetables:
I'm gonna be round my vegetables
I'm gonna chow down my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
If you brought a big brown bag of them home
I'd jump up and down and hope you'd toss me a carrot
I'm gonna eat my, my vegetables
i'm gonna love my, my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
Most people like vegetables, and some people really like them - my friend Suzanne makes elaborate dinners just out of vegetables. A few years ago she made me a breakfast omelet out of eggs and vegetables. It was very good - it tasted like it had sausage in it, but she did it with only vegetables. And every time I visited my friends Cy and Jane, I always knew that our meals would include vegetables. Cy once told me "We aren't vegetarians - we just love vegetables".
I don't love vegetables. I don't even like most vegetables. I do like tomatoes (which are technically fruits) and cucumbers, and lettuce and celery. And Emily has been feeding me spinach in my salads, which tastes alright when covered with tomatoes, cucumbers and celery. But I avoid most other vegetables. When they are served with a meal in a restaurant, I leave them to grow cold on the side of my plate, eventually carried away to their final rest by the server clearing our dishes. Sometimes Emily will have mercy on them and move them to her plate where they will be appreciated and enjoyed. Which is fine with me - more room on my plate for the meat. And now that I am well into my 5th decade, I really don't see this changing - I guess I'll be a veggie-hater for the remainder of my years.
Within the vegetable family, the worst for me is peas and carrots (Spanish Rice is just about as bad, but since this is a Vegetable post, I'll hold off on the rice until another day). When I was a young lad, my mom served peas and carrots at dinners. She had grown up in western Kentucky and had been eating vegetables all her life, and apparently my dad didn't mind (and he would always let us know when there was something that he did mind) so there was at least one meal each week that included peas and carrots. I still remember the disappointment I felt when I sat down for dinner and saw those nasty little green globes and orange squares on my dinner plate. It shouldn't have been so bad that I didn't like them - lots of kids don't. But my dad was one of those parents that wouldn't let his children leave the table until we had finished everything on our plates. So I spent some of my best young years sitting at the kitchen table, staring for hours at a dinner plate that, while stripped of every other morsel of edible food, contained now near-frozen organic remains. Sometimes, to get rid of them, I would scoop up a mouthful and quickly shovel it in, followed by about a quart of milk to wash it all down, swallowing as fast as I could so that none of the vile flavor would touch my sensitive taste buds. But my parents were insidious - they always made sure that the amount of peas and carrots on my plate was greater than the amount of milk in my glass (I think the usual serving of P&Cs weighted about 7.5 pounds). So I would sit there, not allowed to leave the table until my plate was clean, hour after hour, listening to the TV in the next room but denied the pleasure of seeing which amphibian Endora would turn Darrin into, or how Napoleon Solo and Illya Kuryakin were going to handle THRUSH that evening.
Until finally, I discovered a solution. I started hiding the peas and carrots. After the rest of my family finished their meal and left the table, leaving me alone again with my herbaceous nemesis (a semi-nightly event in our family) I would gather up the veggies and hide them on the kitchen window sill behind the curtains. I tried to remember to clean off the sill the next day, and that worked OK for a while, but I wasn't always able to get to it before school... eventually my mom discovered piles of dried-up peas and carrots on the window sill and she was pretty sure who to blame. So I had to re-adjust my strategy and find another hiding place. A few months later, my mom found it - while cleaning behind the refrigerator. Of course, I found other ways to dispose of unwanted food items - pushing the food through a window screen out into the dog pen worked for awhile - but eventually I got old enough to refuse to eat peas and carrots, or even to show up for dinner at all. Once I got my paper route and started making my own money, it was McDonald's most every night for me. After all, you don't have to worry about finding any asparagus or zucchini in a Big Mac.
You deserve a break today...
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