I don’t like fruit.
This statement is shocking to me, because in my mind, I am a fruit-lover.
Yet, I can no longer deny my reality. Someway, somehow, over the course of these last few years, I’ve turned into a veggie-holic who all but shuns fruit.
I also do not like ice cream. But that’s a post for another year.
I’ve slowly, but surely, realized that whenever I serve my family fruit (grapes, apples, strawberries, peaches), I don’t touch it. I’ll choose squash casserole over peach pie. Red peppers over red raspberries. Veggie pizza over fruit pizza. Cauliflower w/ranch dip over pineapple w/marshmallowy cream cheese. Grilled zucchini over frozen grapes.
We spent Sunday after church at Gabe’s parents’ cabin. I ate cucumbers and onions, tomatoes with salt, homemade pickles, and a hamburger with garden-fresh tomatoes, onions, and lettuce. Heaven.
On Monday, I had more pickles, a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich, more tomatoes w/salt, more cucumbers and onions, and a ham/salami sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes.
(I know tomatoes are technically a fruit. In my book, they’re a vegetable all the way.)
Today (Tuesday)–more, more, more veggies. No fruit.
My stomach hated me (stop the healthy! where’s the junk food?) on Sunday and Monday, but by Tuesday, it seemed to have adjusted nicely.
There is much more fresh, garden-y, vegetable goodness in my future for Wednesday.
I am very, very curious to know if you are a fruit-lover or a veggie-lover. Or maybe you love neither. Or both.
If you could only eat one or the other for the rest of your life, which would it be?
p.s. Doing a radio interview with a station in Santa Barbara, California tomorrow (Thursday) morning. Should be able to listen live at 7:45ish (ET) right here if you’re awake, bored, and have already had your quiet time. 🙂