It seems I have a long way to go before I fully embrace all that it means to eat fresh, local, organic vegetables.  Namely, by not screaming and crying upon finding small, green worm-like things when cleaning broccoli.  Actually, I found one and went into mild hysterics.  Tim continued the cleaning and chopping process and found four more.  Then, when he was pretty sure he had found them all, said I could inspect to make sure.  I found another one, threw the broccoli piece and ran out of the kitchen again.

Now, to be fair, I have been nauseous all day and vegetables in general have been cause for my stomach to churn…so I wasn’t in the best frame of mind as I was cleaning the broccoli, to begin with.  Plus, the worms (well, actually, upon looking it up, it seems they are moth larvae) are green and blend into the broccoli.  The discovery caused me to be a little petrified that I could have missed them and ended up serving them for dinner.  And I’m pregnant, which of course means that all of my emotional reactions are a little bit extreme at the moment.

But, still, it made me yearn just a little for whatever pesticide-laden, shelf-stable, genetically-engineered broccoli I might find at the supermarket in which I have never yet found little green worms.  I guess some mindsets are hard to break.