When an adult says they don’t like vegetables, I attribute it to their lack of Farmer’s Market experience. If you haven’t eaten crinkly, disorderly spinach with long stems, or softball size, perfectly red, slightly misshapen tomatoes (I know they’re actually a fruit), or pencil thin asparagus, or green onions the size of a 60 watt bulb, then you haven’t actually eaten vegetables at all. You are judging an entire food group by the bags of frozen bits your mother used to cook on the stove in way too much water until they were mush. Real vegetables come from the earth, the same day they were harvested, carrying a bit of dirt and a few flaws. They haven’t been waxed or polished or genetically altered for better color. They are the way God made them – good for you and affordable, and with little preparation they are a meal unto themselves, and they are sold by the most interesting society of people. They’re called farmers. Imagine!
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