My daughter walks into the room, immediately says “is that broccoli rabe I smell?”
Me: Yes *in a very monotone – ok here we go again tone”
Daughter: “You’re killing me slowly”
Me: “Nobody ever died from eating broccoli rabe”
Daughter: “There’s always a first time and falls to ground”
Me: “but you haven’t even had it yet” hahahahaha
What Vegetable didn’t you like as a kid??
I remember there was one in particular called “Carailee” in Trinidad; “Goya champuru” in Japan… BITTER AS HELL!! not that i’ve tasted hell but still.. YUCK!!
So I wonder why I torment my daughter like this.. Why do i force her to eat broccoli rabe?? Because I still can..
HAHA!! I sound like Evil Mom