I don’t eat my vegetables.
We did eat some when I was growing up. Most suppers included one of The Big Three: corn, peas, or green beans. I’m not much of a bean fan and my husband doesn’t care for peas, so that makes our Big Three now The Big One — and corn is arguably a starch rather than a vegetable. (And the same veggie every day makes us tired of corn, understandably.)
Which leaves with The Big Zero.
Sometimes we’ll have spinach salads. Sometimes I buy a bag of baby carrots — but both get boring fast. Other caveat: Husband doesn’t like peppers, and I don’t consider them a loss from our cuisine.
But within the next four to five months, we’ll have another solid food consumer in our home. We’ll start her on veggies — and then not eat them ourselves.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up like her mother. I want her to know what kale is. I don’t want her to regard stir-fry veggies as filler to round out the meat bits. For me, I want to be healthier and have a more diverse cuisine.
But I don’t believe I like vegetables. A lot of it might be lack of experience.
I’ve done a little reading about veggie-eating tips, but nothing sounds super-promising to me. Maybe if some of you would like to share your favorite veggie recipes, that would inspire me.