I'm with le nubian. If you like chard and kale, then you just haven't had the right collards.

The only vegetable I don't like is English peas. I haven't had rutabaga I've liked, but since it's mostly been prepared at school cafeterias, I'm willing to believe there could be good rutabaga.

I love collards and kale, but am not big on chard.

I've had good rutabaga, but it was mashed with lots of butter, a little cream, and some salt and pepper so it's hard to go wrong with that combination.

I prefer turnip greens to collards. I'll still eat collards but I like turnip greens better,

There are a bunch of vegetables I don't like, I wish I wasn't so picky but most of the time it's the texture that gets to me.

Both tofu and seitan were hard for me to eat because of the textural issues.

Probably not in this case. I believe her BF is allergic.

Yeah, my brother is allergic to peanuts, so feeding them to the person who he's sharing fluids with is probably not a great idea.

Hash browns could work. Or maybe I'll veer away from breakfast entirely and make that kale salad my sister likes.

feeding them to the person who he's sharing fluids with is probably not a great idea

That actually never would have occurred to me. Oops.

When we were in Canada last summer, she used to rush and brush her teeth every time she ate a peanut butter sandwich. It was pretty adorable.

Or maybe I'll veer away from breakfast entirely and make that kale salad my sister likes.

That's the beauty of brunch, you can include non-breakfast foods. One of the beauties of brunch, I should say. There are many.

I'm not a big breakfast food person, at least breakfast food in the morning. So kale salad for brunch sounds good.

peanut butter

Almond butter is a great-tasting substitute, if other nuts are not a problem. (Peanuts are not really nuts, right?)

I don't like bitter-tasting vegetables. I haven't found any culinary trick that makes them palatable to me.

One of my cousins has a gay son. A flaming gay son. She has no idea. She just found out that a gay cousin of ours is engaged--but she didn't know the cousin was gay either. She was all "So where did M meet him?" Power to my sister for only talking about the *1* obvious homosexual right then. But, lord. We're the gayest family in the world. It's the sort of family I don't want to read about in fic because seriously, why would that happen?

Everyone should figure their kids are gay at this point, unless the kid is firmly closing the door to their closet that's carefully lined with naked pictures of the opposite sex.

I've left 5 messages, sent 2 emails, and lo! I have no methadone refill. And now I'm depressed because I understand that I might be financially consigned to these people.