When I was a small child growing up on the mean streets of a rural farming community, my mother used to hector me into eating my vegetables.
"You'll get rickets if you don't eat your broccoli," she said.
"Children in some parts of the world would kill to have string beans," she said.
"You'll flunk your SATs if you don't eat zucchini," she said.
So I'd choke the stuff down in resentful silence, assuming that dessert would be forthcoming in the typical quid pro quo of the childhood dinner table. (My lawyer father lived to regret teaching that phrase to small children.) It took me until freshman biology to realize that my mother was exaggerating the odds of developing scurvy if we didn't eat a sufficient quantity of vegetables at every meal.
And you know what? Playing a resto druid on the beta is kind of like being a small child getting Lifebloom and Harmony endlessly stuffed into your face. In the meantime, there's a bowl of deep-fried, bacon-crusted, chocolate-dipped Wild Mushrooms just ... out ... of ... your ... reach on the table.
I ate the green stuff, Blizz. Now where's my dessert?