The boy is epicurious. Well, both an epicurean and a gourmet. I, however, have the tastebuds of an Applebee's. I do enjoy learning about different foods, and different cooking techniques, from him. Still, there are times when he seems a little over the top and proud of what he makes.
(The part about salmon "parts" in his Eggs Benedict kinda did me in.)
So, we've finally come to a resolution. He can talk in his terms, and when it's too much, I can say, "Casserole". I was raised endlessly Mid-Western, and as much as I love my Momma, I've probably chipped more than one tooth on her food. He then pointed out, "That'll never get old."
No, baby, no it won't. Remember to never tell me what I'm eating until it's ingested.
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