Linda Petty is an editor at CNN Living. She likes boxed mixes, tarted-up vegetables, letting produce rot in her crisper, eating breakfast at her desk, raiding your pantry, ice cream cones and other frozen delights.
When you’re a child and you don’t like a certain vegetable there are ways to avoid it. Refuse to eat it - hide it in pockets or under plates or feed it to the dog. But when your spouse grows that vegetable with love and serves it up with their own two hands – you are stuck with gagging that ingredient down and smiling while you eat it.
However, one fellow I used to work with bragged about how he made certain that he never had to eat another one of his wife’s homegrown eggplants. Let’s call him "Max" so he doesn’t have to go into the Husband Protection Plan.
But what his wife didn’t see was Max sneaking out in the middle of the night with a toothpick and poking tiny little holes in all the eggplants until they deflated..
She was dismayed that some nasty insect was attacking her eggplants. She studied garden books and took some of the holey vegetables to experts. But none of the advice worked. She tried for several years to grow eggplant with a sympathetic Max by her side until she finally gave up. Back at the office, Max did a happy little no more eggplant dance.
It may seem a little egg-streme, but his wicked plot kept peace in the house.
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