Smartassery

I ordered vegetables! I realize this is hardly news to anyone who’s carbon based, after all as a species we’ve been gathering herbs and bulbs for eons, but it is to me as insofar I’ve subscribed to the notion that veggies belong mainly in museums.

Lately, and by this I mean, after turning 30 (bloody hell), my body has been staging a quiet (ha! quiet my ass) rebelling against the noshing habits of my twenties. Ah, my twenties. Heartburn didn’t exist (it’s evident this is an old people’s disease). Nor did, stomach pains after consuming large enumerations of edibles. Anyway, I decided to start eating vegetables. Perhaps they can be good after all.

Yes, I could go to the supermarket and buy something that ends in  -atoes but it’s not the same. For starters, I never eat what I buy at the supermarket. Have you ever been to the produce department at Whole Foods (yes it costs an arm but at least my ecological conscience is unblemished)? It’s huge! They have 10 different types of onions! My shopping strategy has so far involved grabbing the stuff that will look best in my vegetable bowl. Then, weeks later, throwing every rotting piece away and starting anew.

So I figured, maybe having someone who tells me what I’m to eat each week (flashback to my childhood – Mom, seriously, I haven’t gotten over my deep hatred of avocados…all your fault) will guilt my unconscious into eating them. I ordered a box a month to start from Farm Fresh to You (organic, small farm, not a giant conglomerate, no strangely unnatural looking things) and today I got the first delivery! 

Let me just tell you, the box is a work of art. Full of impressionist color and texture. First things first, I dove into the strawberries which were sweet as pie. Best of all, it brings recipes related to the vegetables for that week. How bloody brilliant is that?!  

Allright, I’m sold, I’ll eat my vegetables. Tricking my mate into consuming them is going to be a different story altogether. Last time he fixed dinner, this is what showed up in my plate: a hamburger, two slices of pizza, french fries (hey, vegetables!), and fish sticks accompanied by a beer, naturally. He sees absolutely nothing wrong with this arrangement. Wait till he turns 30.

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