I don’t like vegetables. There. I said it. I know that the two or three of you who occasionally read this will find that horrific, but there it is. I don’t like vegetables.
While I am not a “super taster”, I think I find more things bitter than other people do. Maybe. I mean, I love Brussels sprouts and I don’t hate raw or barely cooked vegetables, but I also don’t crave them and will gladly hand them to someone else (aka Dean) after I have eaten a few for dinner. OH — and I hate hate hate cooked spinach. With a passion.
Therefore, the fact that I subscribed to a service that sends me a weekly “mini-harvest” of vegetables is kind of crazy. Not only do I get a box (picture a box the size to hold several – 8?- reams of printer paper) of vegetables (did I mention that I don’t like vegetables?) each week, most of them are misshapen, have spots, or are mis-sized. Yes, I subscribe to an “ugly produce” service. And I love it.
For some strange reason, “rescuing” produce makes me want to eat produce. I’ve made it a challenge (not a blog challenge — but, hmm, it could be) that whatever comes in my box gets eaten. I do pay a bit more to “edit” my “harvest” but other than that I eat what they send.
Tonight we’ll dine on artichokes and lettuce to compliment our purple potato puff topped wild rice, hotdish. Tomorrow I think we’ll eat shrimp scampi accompanied by spaghetti squash “noodles”. Sunday will likely be steak with mushrooms and fingerling potatoes with Brussels sprouts and perhaps more lettuce salad. Also, because of a blip in the software, we have too many eggs. I’m thinking lots and lots of deviled eggs.
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