Kale-do you know what it is?

[puller]

Being a red blooded American male with no low-T issues, I don't eat kale.

 

[Ripsnort]

Kale is far better than what I ate growing up in BFE WV. My mom went through a stage where every spring we picked "greens". Dandelion, meadow lettuce, poke , other "weeds". Spend six hours in the woods picking multiple grocery bags of the crap. Three bags worth of it cooked down to a bowl full. There was not enough vinegar in the house to kill the taste.


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Oh my.
So sorry!

[Meatwad]

lol, Skuzzy, had a friend of mine that had that aversion to "Peach Fuzz". You could start talking about eating a peach with the skin on and rolling the "peach fuzz" around in your mouth, and he would be puking in about 3 minutes. The guy went on to become one of the VP's on the Trans-Alaska Pipeline.

Must be a real bummer to keep puking on women

[Ripsnort]

Must be a real bummer to keep puking on women

The women I dated had hair, not peach fuzz. 

[John Galt]

I made a deal with my Wife.

I will eat fresh Spinach, as long as she never buys one leaf of Kale.  That stuff is simply nasty.  Good fresh Spinach is not bad.  I am talking the small leaf variety.

I am like Popeye when it comes to spinach, I eat it as a snack with just a little pepper on it.

[FBKampfer]

While being far from my favorite, I will say nobody knows how to cook it proper. (and if you meet somebody who says they like it raw, keep your hand on your wallet because they're f*****g lying. Six years in kitchens and I ain't never seen one Golly-geen person order a kale salad without dressing, and ain't nobody asks for extra on the veggie burger).


How my native Dutch mentor taught me.
Step one. Get yourself a hot-a** sauté pan.

Olive oil. Never butter with vegetables, you arrogant, uncultured redneck heathens.

Fry that ****

Step two. Add Balsamic vinegar. Three tablespoons.

Step three. Drain it.

Add sea salt and fresh pepper.


Step four. Grow a pair and learn your wang isn't going to lose a couple inches if you admit you like something other than steak and whiskey and know how to spell.


Step five. Get the hell out.