Monday, April 20, 2009
A Veggie Tale
I was thinking about my kids being picky veggie eaters tonight and remembered this story:
As a child I remember sitting at the dinner table staring at one brussel sprout. Just staring. Wishing it away. My mom had a "try it, you might like it rule," so I had to take it. My dad had a "if you take it you have to have at least one bite before pushing it to the side of your plate" rule. So here I sat staring down on my plate wondering why I was so polite that I took the brussel sprout in the first place and plotting how to get rid of the distgusting object without actually putting it in my mouth. Everyone else had long ago finished their supper and had moved on to family activities, and here I still sat, in the kitchen, in the dark. I never did eat that brussel sprout. I hid it in the garbage can when I thought no one was looking and ran uptairs to my bedroom before they could check my plate. Wouldn't you know it 20 years later I married a man who believes that Christmas dinner is not complete without brussel sprouts.