V’s at her tricks again, protesting the ageist practices of kid food. Yes, I understand goopy food that won’t choke your newborn, but that’s baby food.
The Girlfriend is the world’s pickiest eater. She’s vegetarian and will barely eat eat any of THOSE. She might as well be anti-food. I’m the exact opposite. I’m a garbage disposal. We both grew up in households with parents that loved to cook. These aren’t exactly Mac & Cheese parents we had.
My brother and sister are similar to her. They simply won’t eat the oddly shaped whatchamacallit on their plate. It’s too weird. Me? I’ve got two rules. No horseradish, no sauerkraut. Otherwise, I’ll eat it, even if it’s probably not edible.
What can I say; I love my food. I just don’t understand how people can prefer junk to well cooked meals or turn down a well cooked meal.
I confess. I never fussed. I grew up liking spinach and brussel sprouts. Did you?
