Celery
Warning: this is silly. :)
Was making my daily tray of crunchies, and I came to realise that not all crudite were created equal. I look lovingly at cauliflower, wistfully put most of the carrot into my husband’s tray, feel real happy when I throw raddishes in, but finally it’s time to chop the sticks… Celery.
Celery is a strange sort of vegetable. And it is a staple of dieting. Darn, the whole idea of losing weight in my mind is firmly associated with the celery sticks.
So, the carrots are high GI, poor things. But why not cucumbers? I have no long-standing feud with cucumbers, and they are just as healthy, low cal I am certain. The only problem is that they cost an arm and a leg nowadays by whatever reason, and go bad far too quickly. Celery on the other hand…
It doesn’t go bad during the between-shopping and (as my many earlier experiments convincingly showed) can last in the fridge for a long, long, looooong time. If celery is anything, it’s sturdy. I find some stems a bit bitter - never brocolli though, funny, huh? Most times I don’t mind its taste, and crunch on it with resolve and purpose. It the kind of food that makes one feel accomplished: who would eat celery out of their own volition, should other foods be available. Well, unless the other food is plain tofu. And what’s with the strings? Sometimes I feel like opening a small rope bussiness after eating a stick of celery with all the decidedly unedible plant material left behind.
I don’t hate celery any more. I came to live with it. Well, I live, it gets consummed. One day, perhaps, I find that I am in love with it. Ha! That would be the case of ‘absence make the heart grow fonder’, I am certain.
Didn’t I warn you this was silly?

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