I ate greens tonight. Not just any greens. Turnip greens.
I should have taken a picture, because I'm sure no one believes me.
I realize that I'm from the South...the DEEP SOUTH, even...but when it comes to green stuff, I usually pass. Ok not usually...ALWAYS.
I've gotten better, though. I've had asparagus a few times, and I eat spinach now. That's right...SPINACH! My mother is shocked and awed. Kelli and greens are equivalent to cats and water, you see. But yes, I have cooperated with the food police (that would be my uncle) and tried several green veggies since living under his roof. He also talked me into sampling tuna steak, which I have to say didn't go over very well. He claims that he'll have me eating medium rare beef soon, but I can assure you that he will not win that battle. No sir. My filet mignon shall forever resemble a hockey puck swimming in A1 sauce. Well done, thankyouverymuch.
The lingering flavor of turnip greens resides annoyingly on my taste buds, therefore I shall retire to my chocolate now. A lovely evening to one and all.