A ton of salads get eaten ‘round here in the summer. Certain stuff I was required to eat as a kid ain’t in the house ‘n ain’t gonna be. Catch guff folk over onions but all kiddin’ aside to me the odor alone is as offensive to me as cigarette smoke is to a non-smoker. She loves ‘em but I don’t smoke in the house or car ‘n she doesn’t bring onions home.
When my grandmother, rest her, cooked she couldn’t bear not ta put onions in everythin’. Old man would tell me ta eat it er go ta bed hungry. I went ta bed hungry.
Tryin’ ta eat more fruit. Been takin’ apples ‘n bananas ta the shoots. In the house I walk by the fruit bowl all day long ‘n just never think ta grab sumthin’. She bought some real pretty plums home last week ‘n I didn’t eat a one.
Thing is with the shoots, I’d much rather have celery ‘n carrot spears or a couple cans of tuna liberally sprinkled with Texas Pete.
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