When I was a little kid, I remember my mom not allowing me to leave the table until I finished my vegetables. This didn't happen often because she was busy, but when it did, it was torture. I'd sit in front of that mix of lima beans, carrots, corn and peas as it got cold, stubbornly refusing to give in. She'd reheat it in the microwave a few times and set the plate in front of me again, as if nuking the overcooked veggies would help. Eventually, I'd win.
The older I get, the more I love vegetables and the more willing I am to try foods that used to make me gag as a child. I actually see it as sort of an adventure now, as a way of taking my pallet to new places.
Yesterday, I introduced myself to sweet potatoes. I've been coming across a lot of articles about the nutritional perks of the food, all the while thinking, "I wish I liked sweet potatoes." Now, I do.








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