Vegetables have their own stories of love and frustration and delight – how I started cooking red cabbages upon reading a book on Ayurveda, how no one had my Kale soup, that Jia buys brussel sprouts because she thinks they are cute, how I prefer roasted broccolis over steamed ones, how my onion has sprouted many little green arms, how my grandparents became each other’s trusted comrades over cooking eggplants…