Preface

I am an upper-midwestern girl who’s plate orchestration was dominated by meat, potatoes, bread. Every now and then there would be a vegetable, but only one of 2: corn or green beans (canned).

My mom tried. She did. She’d sneak onions into things, and no matter how small she chopped them, I’d find them and pick them out.

I tried celery once. Ew.

Soon I resigned to the fact that texture bothered me and I only liked carrots, canned green beans, and corn. I never even craved vegetables, and usually felt nauseated at their smell. Once while on J-Term in Germany, I barely choked down a salad and bowl of squash soup so I wouldn’t offend my host family. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.

So here I am. After living for 1/4 a century, I’ve started entertaining the thought of trying different veggies, and maybe, just maybe, liking them. Stay posted for the journey, and hopefully the prince charming of vegetables will woo me and we'll live happily ever after.