On my ride home from practice in the cold, heavy rain, I was hoping Dad would have something warm prepared for me for dinner. Could be hot chicken noodle soup. Maybe even some creamy mac ‘n’ cheese. My carpool finally dropped me off at home and I took off my wet cleats. I immediately walked to the dinner table to see a large bowl of leafy greens sitting in front of me. My excitement quickly turned to disappointment, but I didn’t complain. I picked up my fork and took a small bite. Immediately I realized, the vinegar was too sharp.