We have a love/hate relationship with something so essential to our lives. Growing up, mixed vegetables were a frequent dinner item. It wasn't because we all liked it. It was because we all hated something in the mix. Lima beans were the bane of my existence. My sisters hated green beans and the peas. My mother didn't want to be accused of favoritism. Of course, it could have been because we ALL flat out refused to eat the brussel sprouts Mom liked. Once we turned 18 and moved out, we could decide for ourselves what to eat.

I long ago decided to only eat the things I like. That way, if I die because of something I eat, I will at least enjoy it.