All my boys like to eat.
Okay, there’s a but.
But, S is the only one who will eat anything. Full stop.
He’s always hungry and he’s always willing to try whatever it is you’re making. At one point he was keeping track of all the different meats he’s ever had, so he could add more to the list.
He reminds me of my brother, actually. My brother would pretty much eat anything and he especially enjoyed eating whatever would gross his sisters out the most. (It was just three girls and him). For the record there isn’t anything even remotely girly about my squirrel-skinning, dumpster-diving, probably roadkill eating brother. (I might have made up one of those.)
Anyway, when he was my boys’ age, my Grandpa would take us all out to one of those midwestern all-you-can-eat places, just to watch him eat. He’d get such a kick out of my brother piling his plate high, over and over and over. I didn’t really understand until recently, how much fun it is to feed people who enjoy eating.
And, here comes the point. S and I took a sushi class last night.
We both enjoyed it. It was actually much easier than it looks. I think we’ll definitely be trying it at home sometime soon.
Anyone up for an inside out spicy tuna roll? (That was our favorite.)