I don't use any of the excuses offered up here.
I just HATE vegetables. The only way I can force them down is to cover them in butter, salt, pepper, brown sugar if its squash, white it it's tomatoes, and so on.
All through my childhood, I ate them. As long as my own children lived at home, I ate them. The older I get, the harder it is to force them down -- even to set a good example when the grandchildren are about. I've had vegetables in the best restaurants in the world, followed wonderful sounding recipes, eaten them while I picked them in the garden, eaten them baked, roasted, steamed, al dente, raw, you name it: . . . it doesn't matter, they just taste AWFUL . . . and I consider peas little green pellets from hell that everyone seems inclined to dump on any dish with a sause or stew.
- 12/11/2008 4:31:19 PM