The funny thing is of all the people in the world to have a picky eater it would be me.
I am not picky AT ALL. I adore food. I adore people when they cook for me (you better believe me if someone cooked for me I will eat it). I adore the smells...the conversations...the memories.
I LOVE dining in every possible form...whether it is at a kitchen table, a diner stool, a vendor cart or even a 20 star restaurant...I love eating because I love the experience that comes with it.
Now....my husband...he is Mr. Picky. He likes about 5 things. (And I am not joking! Even though I think I can now push his limit to 8 --- afterall, I have rubbed off a little on him over the years.)
So I guess I have 2 picky eaters. But at least the older one can bend his habits. Confirmation of this was on our 3rd date. I was unaware of his picky habits and I took him to a Filipino festival. Mr. B did not wince once as I piled NONE of his 5 favorites on his plate...in fact FAR from it. (He hates onions which is unheard of in Filipino cooking.)
Why bring Mr. B into this? Well, I think taste buds are genetic. They must be because my son eats just like his father..with his eyes.
As I am trying to "reform" my son's eating habits I could not be more thrilled when I came across these. Pure eye "candy" for the picky eater at another lunch:
A hard boiled egg shaped as a bunny? Swooning!
Those cucumbers look so yummy tucked up in the corner.
Who knew butterflies could be so cute as cheese?
Love those rolled "sushi" jelly sandwiches and those hearts. (Then again maybe no hearts for the little man, but definitely they could be found on my Bento lunch). So guess what I am doing tomorrow? Haha...after I work on the Master Bedroom of course.
Thurgood wanted to taste the egg. I was pleased! But here is what happened after Mr. B offered him a bite. Look at him purse those lips!
Cheers~
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