Monday, June 11, 2012

"Mom! This is horrible! It's too spicy! This doesn't look like cheese. Is this supposed to be cheese? It's like a pretend. Who would eat here? This seems like a grown up restaurant... Yes, I see the other kids here but I don't know why they are eating this. It's super terrible and yes I tried it! I tried it with my whole mouth! These aren't really mashed potatoes. Where is the salt? Dad? How am I supposed to eat this without salt?!"

I could live without the salt, but fake cheese is a crime. My poor mother dealt with my opinions for years and years. I wasn't particularly picky about food (but then, vegan restaurants didn't exist in those days), but I LOATHED shopping for clothes. And when she or the clerk suggested something ugly or uncomfortable, I was just as shy as Bob at announcing my opinions on the subject.