In an effort to get Meg to eat a leafy green anything, I fixed her a green smoothie. She adores smoothies. I put it in a blue cup so the color wouldn't bother her. But I felt really awkward about it - not so much about tricking her, but because green smoothies what Those People make.
You know, healthy people. They probably run marathons before breakfast and wear Toms and fair-trade hemp tunics while organically gardening.
Vegetables are fine, but... we don't do that to them. Smoothie them, that is. It felt like a betrayal of my roots.
However, I might as well have saved the guilt, not to mention the produce. Meg didn't care for it.
I wonder if she'd eat fried okra?
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