Many years ago now I remember a time where I used to hate anything that looks, felt, smelt or even sounded like a vegetable and would go out of my way not to actually eat them. Just the sight of them used to make me feel nausea and this stayed with me for ages. However I remember this one day I went out to an Italian cafe which was ran by an Italian family.
Now I am sure you heard of the stereotype of their mothers and I would be lying if the mother and owner of the cafe was not the same. So I ordered myself a pizza with chips (yes, I know it is a vegetable) and the owner just smiled and said – sure thing sweetie. So after a short while, I noticed it actually took some time to make and cook the pizza but that was alright, I was not in a hurry when I noticed something – everyone had vegetables on their plate.