Yesterday I was trying to figure out what sort of vegetable to serve with today's dinner. Creamed peas? Glazed carrots? Of course, I could always open a few cans of green beans.
Then I thought about my guest list: The queen of England isn't among the people invited, nor is the President of the United States; why am I worrying about cooking a vegetable to go with a meal that's 80% starch? Am I trying to impress anybody?
Nope. Besides, probably only two or three people would eat some peas or carrots or green beans, just to be polite.
This is family, for pete's sake. We don't need no stinkin' vegetable. Anyway, there's a little broccoli in the green rice, and some sweet potatoes in the sweet potato pie. And I've decided to pretend that deviled eggs are a vegetable. Oh yeah, and don't forget the mashed potatoes!
It isn't that I don't like vegetables. When it's just me and Cliff, I make sure to balance our diet properly. But why would I sweat about a balanced diet at a holiday meal? I happen to know that the people who are coming are not worried about this meal being balanced.