My mother was a good cook, except for vegetables. It wasn’t until I studied food preparation in college did I learn how much she overcooked our vegetables. Until my enlightenment I didn’t know that bright green was the best result. I grew up on peas, green beans, broccoli and lima beans that were cooked until they were pale green or gray, and shriveled to half their size. I hated vegetables. Brussel sprouts were the worst. They’re strong under the best of circumstances, and my mother made them a nightmare, little balls of snot green husks that reeked as they stared up at me from my plate. I grew up during the time when parents made their kids clear their plates before leaving the table. I sat at the table a long time on Brussel sprouts night. Fortunately, my wife and I know how to cook vegetables. I love them now, which is good since my daughter is a vegan. I even eat an occasional Brussel sprout, but with plenty of garlic and butter.
Bad Before Good
Daily writing prompt
Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com


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