Veggetarious

"As a child my family's menue consisted of two choices: take it or leave it." ~Buddy Hackett

I mostly chose to take it! But not tomatoes. Never those. Nor did I particularly care for brussel sprouts or artichoke hearts. I am not, after all, southern by any stretch of the imagniation. There was a long while in my life when I pretty much didn't eat veggies unless they were soaked in soy sauce and stir-fried, but now I'm quite fond of the greenery. Cruciferuous vegetables are the rockstars as far as nutrients go, and I'm super fond of tuber and root veggies as well. I can eat yams ALL DAY LONG, and bell peppers make an appearence in my diet daily. Though I have a fantastic affinity for veggies in my adult life, I still can't dig a tomato that isn't sauced, and I think brussel sprouts smell like feet when you cook 'em. Yep.

The Snatches Done Snatched Away My Ability To Compse

It is at least entirely possible that FB is causing my lapse in note writting. Facebookland has me in the habit of writing short messages, and while some of these are packed with meaning, these little snatches make it such that I've not much to say in a slightly longer setting. I love the little zingers that I send out, and I feel all crafty and wonderful about how clever I was/am/will be, but I should totally be in the habit of writing more! Especially as I step back into the teaching world as an English sensei, it is my desire to lead by example. While I've never succesfully blogged over a long period of time, I shall make new my attempt to demonstrate decent writting. I cannot promise what I have to say is of any particular interest to... well... pretty much anybody. But then the name of my blog IS "Gaseous Admissions" afterall...