My mother did right by me in many ways. For one thing, she taught me to eat my veggies and like them. Fifty years later when I was trying to serve her a meal that included (turnips or something), she confessed that she actually hates all vegetables except fresh tomatoes in the summer. She was LYING to me all those years! This news was more startling to me than discovering (when I was 11-12 years old) that my father had been previously married, had romanced Mom before he was divorced, and that the man I called Uncle Andre was actually my step-brother.
But I still love veggies. And how can you not love them when you see a display of them like in this photo taken in Seattle by my friend Lisa?