One Can Get Too Familiar With Vegetables Novels & Stories

*sigh* she sighed "By the way, what are plants and vegetables?" [You don't know plants and vegetables that grow on the land?] [Right, the land looked greasy and plants can't be grown in these types of land] she thought "Plants, how do they look?" he asked curiously [They look so green and shiny and vegetables grow on land there are different kinds of vegetables and, fruits grow on plants which are so tasty and--] she stopped suddenly [Why am I getting so excited] she thought "I see" he spoke and sat down

He shook his head firmly. "I don't eat vegetables." I stopped eating and stared at him. "What do you mean you don't eat vegetables?" "I don't like the taste. I prefer meat," he replied simply, reaching for another rib. I sighed and shook my head. He was exactly like Ace. Every time I tried to give Ace broccoli or carrots, he would give me the exact same look of disgust. It was incredible how much they were alike. Like father, like son. "You are being just like your son," I told him, putting on my most serious motherly face. I picked up my spoon and scooped up a good amount of the salad. I held the spoon right in front of his lips.

I wonder how Octavia could deal with the temptation so easily. "Do you think Octavia is a vegetarian, too?" She suddenly asked about the same person I was thinking of. I recall the first time Octavia heard about my eating habit, she had looked at me like she was being told about a lion eating carrots. Maybe, 'vampire' and 'vegetarian' are two words that don't belong together. "How can I know that?" I said, feeling a little annoyed. "Well, you both seem exactly the same to me," she said.

Satisfied that she was undetected, she reached out, her fingers trembling with a mix of anticipation and trepidation, and plucked a ripe vegetable from its sturdy stem. As the cool, earthy sensation of the vegetable filled her palm, Nadine couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. Gratitude for the nourishment that would sustain her, mingled with guilt for taking what wasn't rightfully hers. Yet, in this harsh and unforgiving world, where survival was a constant battle, she knew that she had to prioritize her own well-being above all else.

"Interesting." She smiled at his reaction to the odd vegetable. "It's a very hard root vegetable. If you tried to eat it raw, you'd break your teeth..." she informed with a laugh. "Maybe it's an acquired taste. But it's one of my favorites. I have been eating it since childhood though." She knew many of the things they had there weren't to the taste of strangers. Trolls from the north had visited six months before, and watching them eat some of the native fruits and vegetables had been quite amusing.

Stupid mating bond. The stove held two frying pans, one for the crepe-things and one for potatoes, pork, and onions, all sizzling together in a way that promised the best kind of caloric deliciousness. God, I loved some things about Russian culture. They’d never seen a vegetable they didn’t want to ignore in favor of meat. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure they’d ever seen a green vegetable at all other than cabbage. Either way, I approved wholeheartedly. “So you kill people, you do in-home care for Hensley’s patients, and you cook,” I said. “What other talents are you hiding?”

It's been four days since I started working in the Moretti residence and it's been nice so far. Theo and Julia weren't kidding when they said these kids hate vegetables, they would literally flip this house over if they found as much as a carrot in their curry. But I'm working on it, I prepped some brussels sprouts, cucumbers, and tomatoes in my tuna salad the other day at dinner and they said they'd wanted to try it.

They found a way to get rid of their veggies and didn't even tell me. "Kiara?" I heard King Kayden say this time. Tearing my eye away from my traitor of friends, I looked at the twins and the rest of the people on the table who were waiting for my answer. "Um, no, the food is good. I just don't like veggies in them. I know it sounds weird, but they grow on the ground, so there could be hidden bugs in them, especially the broccoli." I said, waving my hands in the air.

Jamie walked out with the teacher, glancing back at me every few steps. Sitting in the first row, I suddenly said somewhat mischievously, "Do you know why I ate more vegetables at home?" Jamie turned around, a puzzled expression on his face. I continued, "Because you didn't eat any vegetables, I was afraid you would be malnourished. I had to coax you into eating them. Only when I ate a lot of vegetables would you eat a few. So you think I love vegetables. And, actually, I love watching horror movies, but neither you nor your dad likes them, so I catered to you and watched other movies."

Blaze examined the vegetables and noticed a strange smell associated with them. His mind flashed with a particular slow poison he read about recently from one of Bella's books. 'All of these vegetables smell like the weedy poison I read about' he thought. If he just read about it, then he wouldn't have recognized it so readily. He also saw the weed himself and the smell is so toxic, it stuck with him more than the other kinds of slow poisons he saw that day. Blaze returned the vegetables back to the villagers. "Don't eat these vegetables. Dispose them somewhere no one can find them" Blaze instructed.