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One of the many ways in which my relationship with N has changed me is that because of her, I can now eat spinach. I was never much of a Spinach Man. Growing up, I hated it. Mostly because my mother would try to feed us cooked spinach, and the texture made me throw up. I still can’t eat cooked spinach, unless it’s part of Saag Paneer. But almost since Day One, N has been foisting the raw leafy green vegetable of the beet family upon me. She says it’s “smart food” and praises its nutritional value. It hopefully offsets some of our more unhealthy dietary choices.

At first I would consume it just to mollify her. But I’ve found I’ve actually become somewhat fond of it. Oh, I can’t eat it by itself - it’s too bitter. But I put in salads and sandwiches. I like the kind of almost crunchy texture it adds to sandwiches, and I like the way it bulks the sandwich out. Makes me feel more full and less likely to snack after eating one. I’ve even been having delicatessens and sandwich shops add it to my sandwich or wrap when ordering.

If you had told me two years that I would be eating and enjoying spinach regularly, I would’ve guffawed in your face. I’m surprised that at this age, I can still undergo changes in my tastes. All it takes is a little constant exposure, I guess. Other people can change us in small ways as well as big, if we just give them a chance.

But I still ain’t eating celery.

Latre.

Jogged Today: Yes (@ 37°F)
Songs That Came Up On The iPod While Jogging: None. It ran out of juice.