The bet

Ever since I have been with my girlfriend, I have reassessed my eating habits. In some ways, I'm not sure why I am doing this, as I have oft accused her of eating like a Democrat, but nonetheless, I have admired the way she can actually eat, survive, and enjoy vegetables. I have a hard time believing anyone would chose to love vegetables on their own. I believe a "like" of them is often drilled into us as children. In this case, my brother and I had a stronger will than our mother, and she finally concluded it would be easier to make food without including them in recipes. Now that I'm thirty, I wonder if it is too late in my life to learn how to like them. I was out on a date with my girlfriend the other night, and we went to Applebees for dinner. When our food came, there was a large (by my standards) side of cook vegetables that came with it. Now normally, I would consider these vegetables as worthless as garnish, but I decided to test my new and maturing adult ways of expanding my horizons. I made a bet with my girlfriend that I could eat all of my vegetables. Seeing that we are natural high rollers, we made the bet for a dollar. As I started eating the evil concoction of zucchini, broccoli, carrots, and who know what else, I for the first time in my life understood what true pain was. In an attempt to make the experience more bearable, I smothered all the vegetables in A1 steak sauce, but not even my old trusted friend A1 could take away all the pain. Using all that I had, I finished off my vegetables and stood over my defeated plate in triumph as I collected my dollar!