Category Archives: Parsley

The Worst Food

I used to not really like food that much. Shocker I know. I never disliked food either but up until I was about twelve I viewed it pretty much exclusively in two forms. Form 1) Fuel, Form 2) Variations of chocolate.

I came from a big family and every Christmas for the big dinner it would be “all hands on deck.” As a kid with my hands being smaller than most I was relegated to the job of cutting parsley in a mug with a pair of scissors. I hated that job and the smell of bruised parsley to this day brings me back to that annoying time before I was given a real job.

Eventually I was upgraded to “here, peel that” before a bag of carrots was thrust upon me. It was truly a great day in my history.

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