Like ten full years ago I heard someone refer to Chevelle as “dad rock” and I think I aged twenty years in the span of about five minutes.

Green beans. My mom always made nasty-ass soggy canned green beans when I was a kid, and so I thought I hated beans for like two decades.

Then one day I decided to try sauteing some with garlic one day as an adult, and oh. My. God. Do I love green beans.

My mom’s canned beans still taste like shit.