Looking beyond the surface

Some vegetables are easy to love. Carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers in season? These are no-brainers.

Summer vegetables are like those young women who wear tank tops with nothing left to the imagination and their skirts cut too high. It’s easy to see what those have to offer.

But winter vegetables, all the knobbly roots? They’re like the smart girl in school, the one with her own sense of style: thrift-store button-down shirts; old skirts, old jewlery, funny glasses. You think she’s too weird for your time. But when she starts talking, and you find out she’s a smart ass, and she doesn’t give a damn if you even like her. Suddenly, she’s far more attractive than that other one.

Summer vegetables are like modern movies. Winter vegetables are witty-banter movies from the 1930s, where dialogue and long looks smoldered. The kiss in that final scene was far sexier than too much skin, any day.

(I don’t where this came from. I’m just going to leave it.)