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252/365 (September 9, 2010) – I hated carrots as a kid. Let me amend that, I hated “cooked” carrots as a kid. Mainly because everyone cooked them to death, until they were a soft pulpy shadow of their sweet crunchy origin. I felt the same way about peas too. Plunk a dish of peas and/or carrots in front of me in their uncooked state and I’d devour every one. Deposit them in a mushy state on my plate and I’d be left sitting at the table staring at them for an hour…or until my parents took their eyes off me and I was able to slip them to the dog under the table. If I was sent to my room with my uneaten squishy veggies, I’d just toss them out the window to the dog in the backyard. Then I’d hang out and read a book for awhile to cover my trail and make it look as if i’d finally given up and eaten them. Sometimes I’d fill my mouth and excuse myself to the bathroom where I’d flush them down the toilet. That didn’t usually work out too well though as I couldn’t ever get them all in my mouth at the same time. So the dog usually got them, one way or the other.

It wasn’t until I grew up and started cooking that I discovered that vegetables could actually be good!