One Can Get Too Familiar With Vegetables Novels & Stories

"And how did I learn how to do it? By doing it, every time! Now, help me place these rice bowls on the table and I'll follow behind with the stew. I placed the steaming bowl of stew before my him and sat down to enjoy my portion. As the creator of this vegetable medley, I couldn't help but admire my handiwork. Arranged before me was a colorful canvas, a symphony of hues from the bounty of the harvest. Carrots, peas, and potatoes nestled cozily in a rich tomato broth. The gentle simmering had coaxed forth the essence of each ingredient until they mingled together in perfect harmony.

She hastily looked up at me, her light blue eyes instantly lighting up as she exclaimed, "Jay-jay! I didn't know you were home!” I slightly shrugged as I responded. “I just returned a little while ago. So why are you pushing the peas and broccoli aside?” Eleanor instantly made a face before answering. “I hate veggies! They all taste yucky!" I suppressed a smile before speaking to her in a gentle tone. "As a growing kid, you need these vegetables now more than ever. Your body needs a balanced diet in order to grow and function optimally, you know. Perhaps we can make it more palatable together?"

"Depending on what you're going to do with that, it should be mostly hard." A short, white-haired elderly woman stands to my side and I almost fumble my vegetable when she speaks. Her eyes fall to my hands as they tighten around the green phallic object. Oh my god. I've been caught feeling up vegetables by a grandmother. "Sandwiches!" I shout in her direction. "Just sandwiches." I put the cucumber back in the bin and wipe my hands on my pants. As if the action will somehow remove my embarrassment over what this little old lady thought I planned to do with the thick veggie.