I have a complex confession: As a child, I did not enjoy vegetables.
I know, I know....most of you may have immediately thought, "Duh! Children don't like vegetables!" So here's why it's complex: It was all an act.
I loved them, particularly asparagus and broccoli, but it wasn't "cool," nor expected for me to even like them. So I would do this two-faced tango of insistently requesting that my Mother make them for dinner, and once they were on my plate, nibbling at them, pushing them around with my fork as if prodding an unidentified life form, or, at the height of my brattiness, pretending to eat them and then throwing them on the floor. It is *mortifying* to disclose this, by the way.