My maternal unit believed vegetables came from a magical land called Birds Eye. The paternal unit put ketchup on spaghetti when he was forced to eat it. Fortunately, I had Italian neighbors who introduced me to exotica like avocados and artichokes, and during college I worked in a Hispanic neighborhood and was introduced to rice and beans. My idiot brother believes the four food groups are meat, potatoes, coffee, and beer. Which is why he's diabetic and I'm not.