This past week, I turned 30. Thirrrrrty. No longer do I find myself attached to the huge number of ministries and books geared towards the “20-somethings” (although being honest, I haven’t found most of them speaking to my life for a while). The funny “expected” zings and jokes about age aside, I’m actually doing fine. I’ve accomplished quite a bit with these 30 years. I’m actually afraid I’ve set the bar a bit to high for my next 30 years, but remain confident they will still surpass the past. 🙂 But as old as I’m getting, I still have a problem:
I. Don’t. Like. Vegetables.
It’s not that I can’t eat them. It used to be even the slightest hint of broccoli in the air could make me gag like a 5 year old with the dentists’ hand in his mouth. But I’m proud to say I’ve grown the capacity to put just about anything in my mouth, and chew, and swallow. Especially as a parent now, I know my kids need to eat them, and want to set a good example. But I have yet to develop any sort of desire to voluntarily scoop anything grown from the ground on my plate, given the choice.
I remember growing up, going to a buffet once in a while. They give you a giant plate, and you look over at the yards and yards of food ready for the taking. It’s pretty dang heavenly. I have no struggles finding things to fill my plate, usually for several trips. But what always confused me, were people who would use up space on their plates with cole slaw, beans, cauliflower, beans, peas, beans, and other various plants. I can understand being polite when your mom (or wife) has cooked an incredible meal, you grab a bit of everything (usually, unless no one is watching), and eat it. But when you’re at a buffet? That means these people must actually ENJOY the flavor/texture of these plants!!
I know at this point, some of you are probably thinking: “Oh, he hasn’t had good vegetables.” or “He hasn’t had fresh, organic, or raw enough vegetables.” Or possibly even, “He should try my dish, ________”. Feel free to share recipes. But I’m pretty sure I’ve tasted incredible, fresh, organic, and raw vegetables. But even the most delicious vegetable experience I can think of (a couple do actually come to mind), if I were to choose between that and another slice of pizza – give me the pizza.
So the question I have is: Do you have a hankering for the green stuff? Or do you eat it simply because you know your body needs it? Is it an acquired taste, like coffee? I wonder if I dared myself to become a vegetarian for a period of time, that might increase my appreciation/taste for plants. But there’s also the chance I could come back a raging carnivore…