"Nasi goreng kampung taknak sayur"
"Mee hoon sup taknak dressing sayur sayur atas tu"
"Char kuey teow takmo sayur tapi tauge boleh"
"Vegetarian lasagna without the veges, please"
Ok the last one was a joke.
But seriously, when you hear all these requests, you would turn around expecting a 5-year-old little kid. But no, it's just me, guys. A 20-year-old adult who til this day, scrunches up her face at the mention of vegetables. Wow, it seems even worse reading that sentence even though I already know it.
Growing up, my parents (my sisters even) forced all sorts of vegetables down my throat. But I was always naughty and somehow sneakily wriggled my way out of it. I remember, in a seafood restaurant once when I was around ten, my mom would put a broccoli on my plate, in front of everyone, and gave me a you-better-eat-that-tree look.When she wasn't looking, I would quickly shove the broccoli under the table leaving it to drop on the floor. She would be so happy to see me finish it, that she would put another on the plate. When she didn't look, I dropped it again. We left that place that night and til this day, I feel like apologizing to the abang or kakak who had to pick up my four broccolis on the floor. If I had money then, I would probably tip them my school pocket money.
My parents, they tried all sorts of ways to get not only me but Aye and Abang as well to eat vegetable but we just somehow had already set in our minds a big NO. They even resorted to bribing motivating us with things like ice creams and gula gula. Being the ahem good negotiator I am (got it from my momma!), I managed to walk out of that day without even touching any vegetables and with ice creams in the freezer. Oh how I did it? Even I myself don't know how I managed to do that, let alone my parents!
Why don't I like vege? I have no idea! I'm just not used to it, and I've lived my life so easy and simple without it all these years without having severe skin problems or bowel complications. I don't like the texture, I don't like the taste, I don't like those batangs attached to them kangkung, bayam, whatsoever, I just don't like how it changes how my food tastes. I tried eating it though (and so far I've succeeded with kubis. Mom's kubis masak lemak is the bomb!) but my body just rejects any other vege because I just puke them all out immediately.
I remember when I was eleven, coming back from school, Angah would have cooked for us amazing dishes until I saw kacang panjang. That bloody thing, is my weakness I tell you! Just by the thought of having it in my mouth, I could puke in a split second. And she, being the good sister she is, would scooped out a few spoons and put it on my plate, sits there, in front of me, throughout the whole what seems like forever, being all smiley smiley, wait for me til I shove it all into my mouth.
Now guess what guys! At least now I take vege.. in the form of cold-pressed juice. I hold my breath each time though, constantly reminding myself no one has ever died from eating vegetables. Juice, I find, is not so bad. But chewing the actual carrots, spinach, etc, ohhhh I cringe.
You know you hate it when your parents say "Tunggu nanti anak anak awak tak sihat tak makan sayur, baru awak tau!" Sokay mom, I'll make sure I get a husband who eats everything. (Brilliant dealmaker right there, no?)
Anyway, a couple of months ago I got Karen Le Billon's "French Kids Eat Everything" book for only RM 15.00 (Steal!) in the hope of changing my eating habit. I honestly hope the book will open my eyes and my mouth too.
Wish me luck!
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