Spare a thought for us vegetables,
There we were, growing happily, minding our own business, when suddenly........
We were ripped/picked or dug out of what we had come to view as our home.
Then, with absolutely no respect, stuck in a crate, with very little space and then if you were the right size or shape, you were one of the lucky ones.
You would be destined for the supermarket shelf, the pinnacle of any vegetables existence, especially if you were chosen for (whispers) Waitrose.
Wasn't all that it was cracked up to be, you have no idea how many different people would handle you each day and by the smell of their hands, I don't think personal hygiene was high on their list of priorities!
When we were chosen, we escaped the crate, only to find ourselves thrown into a plastic bag, great - have you any idea how horrible and sweaty it gets inside one of those?
There was a bit of relief though, after a bit of a journey to get to our final destination, a nice cold plastic box. Not cold enough to kill off all our cells that were still alive but meant we would last a bit longer until.......
Then, out we came into daylight once more, hacked to pieces and then tossed into some boiling water.