The Story of Me and Vegatables - Part 1

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
I grew up keeping vegetables very close to me, as in enemy close. Escaping the dinner table as a child always involved
smuggling my greens out of the kitchen by shoving them in odd bodily places. I had to be way more creative than just my pockets, that old trick. The food nazi was on to me and a frisking at the border checkpoint was not uncommon. Nazi is a bit harsh o.k. Probably even a contradiction considering my mom was a health food co-op hippie. I'm 32 now. Back in the days of mustard green muleing I was about 6, which made my mom about 26. There was no Whole Foods, no upper middle class Park Slope food co-op, no whatever the guys name is who is the young brittish chef that all the ladies are wild over...
Nope, we shoveled bulk amounts of tan colored foods straight in to canvas bags, which were tan. I have to admit though, the yogurt was delicious, mostly because I had no concept of what dessert was. That will be explained in Part 2.