I’m looking back at my blog posts for the past few months, and it seems to me that I have been writing simple and lazy blog posts.
It has been awhile since I last wrote a piece that is playfully serious, hasn’t it? Equal measures of playful and serious.
I’ve written about my relationship with beef and my relationship with salmon some time last year. I guess now is a better time than any to write my most important relationship with food piece yet. Time to tell you guys about my relationship with vegetables. Yeah…
When I was a kid,
I hated vegetables. I hated vegetables with a tremendous amount of passion.
I hated the adults who were constantly forcing me to gobble down vegetables at every opportunity. Adults like my mom. Especially my mom, actually.
I never understood why the adults liked to say that vegetables are good. To me, vegetables were the most disgusting thing to have ever existed. To me, they were nasty. They always have that slight bitter aftertaste. When my mom tried to tell me “eat more vegetables, vegetables are good!”, it made as much sense to me as “eat more shit, shit are good!”.
Yeah, to the seven years old me, vegetables = shit. It was that bad.
At one point of time, I was able to handle certain parts of a vegetable. I think it was grandma who got me there. Over meals, she started to pick out the stalks for me while keeping the leafy parts away from me.
It was the texture, I guess. The stalks, they were crunchy, and after some chewing, they broke down into swallow-able bits. The leaves though, were a whole different ball game. No matter how I chew into those leaves, they would refuse to breakdown and remain one big pile of nasty lump in my mouth. Too big of a lump for me to swallow. More often than not, if I had to put veggie leaves into my mouth, I would end up spitting them back out, for fear that swallowing them might cause me to suffocate. I wonder if I was the only kid who had this kind of veggie-leaves-phobia. 🙄
For the exact same reason, my favorite vegetable was the 苋菜 yin choy. What’s the English name, amaranth greens I think. They were (and still are) always cooked till soft so swallowing them would be no hardship at all. Every time we dined out, this would be the default veggie order because anything else and I would cause an embarrassing scene.
Why I Eat Vegetables
These days, I am no longer a dumb kid who didn’t know better. I do eat vegetables even without the constant supervision of my mom.
Why? Because I know vegetables are essential in keeping our day to day diet balanced. I know vegetables are rich in certain vitamins, nutrients and especially fiber, stuff that we can hardly get in meats.
I remember how it was like on my first US trip for work. I’ll be honest and tell you now that vegetables were the last thing on my mind when it came to meals. In fact, vegetables were totally NOT in my mind at all. A few days into my mostly meat diet, I could totally feel the difference. My body felt bloated and heavy all the time, and I felt lethargic and moody most of the time. But then, the company was paying, so I kept up with the meaty affairs until I got home. And fell sick for weeks.
I was more prudent on my subsequent trips though. I still put on weight every time I traveled Stateside, but I felt better.
Also, I’ve since picked up a few vegetables that I used to hate as a kid but kind of… like is the wrong word, more like acceptable on a more frequent basis these days. Most notably the broccoli and the ladies finger (okra).
I still don’t do much onions though. And ginger. And white/black fungus. And pungent leafy herbs. And… oh well…
What I Really Think About Vegetables
Why, I still dislike them, of course. I eat vegetables nowadays, because I know I have to.
Doesn’t mean I have to like them. I don’t care what you vegans think, but in my personal point of view, vegetables are horrible and nasty to eat in terms of taste and texture.
To me, vegetables are something that I have to tolerate for the sake of my body’s well being, not something to enjoy. Given the choice, I would gladly go full carnivore and live entirely off meats. But I know don’t got that choice, and it sucks. Sucks to the max.
It always pisses me off when I see vegans say “Vegetables can be more delicious than meats”, especially when the say it to my face. Of course, I don’t act on that pissed off feeling because I’d like to think I’m a civilized man.
I mean, everyone is entitled to freedom of choices, including the choice of what food to eat. I would defend to the death your rights to go vegan. But you should afford the same rights for me to remain a meat lover. You should keep your choice to yourself and stop trying to convert me. And that’s how I see vegans who try to tell me “Vegetables can be more delicious than meats”: as a bunch of fucked up preachers who are no better than those persistent door-to-door Christian extremists.
Put it this way. If you tell me “We should eat more vegetables because it is good for our health”, then I would totally agree with you. But if you are to tell me “We should eat more vegetables because they are more delicious than meats”, then
go fuck yourselves we have to agree to disagree. Good for health is NOT equivalent to good to eat.
Oh dear… what did I do? I was supposed to write about me and vegetables. It isn’t my intention to go vegans bashing. I don’t hate vegans, just like I don’t hate Christians or Muslims or chain smokers. I only hate vegans who try to convert me into their ranks.