I would love slow-cooked oatmeal. I just need to find a way to actually have time to do that. I'm getting up at 5:50 AM these days (well, today the boy woke us up at 5 AM requesting breakfast), so I'd probably have to start waking up at...let me see...I have to take Prilosec first thing, and then wait half an hour before eating, which means that I'd have to get up at...5 AM, I guess.
Maybe the boy knows what he's doing.
About other food: I had better admit right up front that I am ridiculously picky. Every time Teri wants to serve chicken, it's like World War III at our house. I don't eat cheese, birds (often), fish, veal, recognizable eggs, or (by preference) meat that hasn't been ground up, i.e. ground beef or hot dogs. I do eat pasta, rice, and bread, of course.
And ice cream. And chocolate cake. Killer chocolate ganache cake from the dairy down the street...argh...(insert Homer Simpson drooling noise here)
The scary thing is that Teri has actually broadened my palate. And I don't have any food allergies. Is being a super-taster enough of an excuse? :D
Maybe the boy knows what he's doing.
About other food: I had better admit right up front that I am ridiculously picky. Every time Teri wants to serve chicken, it's like World War III at our house. I don't eat cheese, birds (often), fish, veal, recognizable eggs, or (by preference) meat that hasn't been ground up, i.e. ground beef or hot dogs. I do eat pasta, rice, and bread, of course.
And ice cream. And chocolate cake. Killer chocolate ganache cake from the dairy down the street...argh...(insert Homer Simpson drooling noise here)
The scary thing is that Teri has actually broadened my palate. And I don't have any food allergies. Is being a super-taster enough of an excuse? :D
I am the dining car on the Suicide Express.
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