This conversation reminds me of how ita teased me once because I freaked out about eating goat."How is that different from the meat you eat?" she asked. Still can't explain why it felt different, but I'm thinking of eating some in tribute.Either I'll think it's great, and she'd like being right, or possibly, my discomfort would be amusing. I hope it's not like deer, though. do not like. I asked my mom the other day if I tell them why, would some restaurant give a sample of goat? Cause it would be like me to order it with good intentions and end up with a leftover nobody wants.

Kids vs. Food: Cow Tongue

In the latest one, they had the kids eat escargot.

If you've got Indian Buffet anywhere near you - that was how I sampled goat. (I'm not a fan) But then still had lovely chicken tikka and some kind of curry, so no loss.

I was a super picky kid (who has grown into a more adventurous eater as an adult, of course) so it's not so much that I'm worried Rose will eat nothing but PB&Js for the rest of her life. But I remember some epic battles over food with my mom when I was a kid, which I really want to avoid with my own kids, so more than anything, my goal is for all of us to be fairly relaxed about food. The Ellyn Satter approach works pretty well for us so far.

Zenkitty, my family ate like that, too. If my mom hadn't had a second husband, I might never have found my palate. He put us through a lot, but I owe him too.ETA: Good thought, Epic. Also, I found that Caribbean restaurants have sprung up all over around here...I should find some things I like.

Lilly won't eat spicy food, where the definition of spicy appears to include "was once in the same room as a pepper, maybe."

On the other hand, stick pretty much any Japanese food in front of her, and she'll chow the fuck down.

Jesse had the goat when we met Heather and India for Carribean food yesterday.

If I'm talking about all of them, I can't specify a single one, though; that's what I meant. I've traveled a lot with adventurous companions, and I have an older sister who was determined to make up for me growing up in Hillbilly Land; I have eaten All the Ethnic Food. International might work. "I've tried a wide range of international foods"?

Getting HPF to eat is harder now than when she was little. Now she tries to file Geneva Convention complaints over parsnips.

Shouldn't have let her read Calvin & Hobbes.

Lilly won't eat spicy food, where the definition of spicy appears to include "was once in the same room as a pepper, maybe."

That would be me. I would be ashamed of my wimpy tolerance for spicy food, except for life is too damn short to force myself to eat food that makes me unable to taste anything except AAH HOT WTF HOT SPICEY WTF.