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?
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!