One of my cousins is in a production of Billy Elliot in LA, and the kid playing Billy (they just cast one kid for each of the kid parts, since it's just five nights a week and only for a few weeks) broke his arm a couple of days before opening. They got one of the other kids who'd played Billy in the touring company to fly in, and learned the new staging and choreography in four days. I'm really impressed with that -- learning new choreography for something after spending months doing different choreography must be really tricky. The show's getting pretty good reviews, too.

what. Someone had to say it.

So true.

Seriously, you aren't peeing blood. Or pooping blood. You ate a bunch of beets. I forget this sometimes.

I don't think I have ever had goat, but I love lamb, so I will have to try it sometime.

Elk is the bomb-diggity.

TCG had Elk for our wedding dinner. It was so delicious! I had the duck because I can never resist duck.

I was a picky eater as a kid, unless my Papa (grandfather) made it, and then I would eat it. He got me to eat lamb when I was young by telling me it was a different kind of chicken. I would also eat just about anything that you put on pasta when I was a kid.

I grew up eating caribou (elk), moose, & salmon. I would still eat all of those proteins to the exclusion of everything else if I could. So delicious.

I was not picky, really, but things like casserole & goulash were never to my taste, and still aren't. But, I always ate all of the vegetables available, so I think Mom felt like she was getting a good deal.

Went out to dinner with my friend and neighbor who is moving out of state next week. Not a banner month. She got teary, I flat out told her I'm not believing it, she can bite me.

Maria and msbelle, you'll be amused (or bemused) to know I'll be packing up her fragile china and glassware some night this week. Maria, yours survived, right?!

I know have a stainless steel, full sized french press thanks to -t! Even counting shipping, a better deal than I'd been able to find (and since I was apparently was not going to do it on my own, much more timely.)

My niece went to dance school with one of the kids who played Billy Elliot on tour, wonder if it's the same one. I'm sure if it is my sister will tell me about it.

I am a bit surprised my daughter is so stubborn about food since I was one of those kids who'd try anything. But who knows, maybe like Franny I only ate when I wanted to and I just remember it differently.

I like goat and have had it a few times. The last time was with ita at a local Indian restaurant. I've tried rabbit and alligator and eel and oysters and snails and beef tendon. I liked tongue when I was kid and my grandma would make it. And chicken hearts, but not liver. And when it comes to flora, I will pretty much try everything at least once. I don't like everything I've tried but I don't really get the not trying new foods. What if it's delicious and you just haven't discovered it yet?

You don't like chicken livers? We are so not the same! My flabber is ghasted.

I had rabbit once and liked it until I was told it was the bunnies I was petting before dinner. That is not the way to introduce farm to table. Especially when it wasn't where I lived. Just seemed mean.

Tongue was good until I was told what it was.

These dinners were way more than a decade apart.

My one cousin who famously ate five things as a child (pasta with butter, pizza, hot dogs, cereal without milk, and Chicken fingers) just got home from a hitch in the Peace Corps in Kenya where he ate all manner of ears and faces and feet and grew herbs on his windowsill.

If that kid eventually ate food...

Glad it made it! I got one for myself, as well, and made coffee in it today.

The few things I didn't like as a kid I still don't like, and some of them I am apparently allergic to, which seems like vindication. Of course, I'm also allergic to things that are delicious, so not really even correlation much less causation.

We joke my nephew Tyler is made of Kraft mac&cheese. He eats it at least once a day. Sometimes for breakfast. He can make it for himself with the single serve cups (well, except for putting it in the micro-it's too high for him in the new house) so they've quit that battle. Don't like dinner? Fine, make your own. He also is obsessed with all kinds of olives. His level of stubborn is insane and only gets worse when hungry.

He's particular about a lot of things. He's been mopping since he could stand. The mess his older brother makes in the bathroom offends him, so he cleans the hell out of it, bitching at D the whole time. So his mother's child there. Eta: he's 7. So a little weird.

His elder brother used to scoop handfuls of hot salsa from the jar when he was barely crawling. He'll try anything once (but if he doesn't like it, his gag reflex kicks in eventually, and though he now hates barfing, I don't think he has much control over it.) But he likes some gross shit. Like canned beans and carrots AND the liquid they're packed in. Bleah. He's more slovenly, but prefers order. The room reno for him for bday/xmas culled a lot of younger stuff and basically made it spare and easy to keep up. It's very posh dorm-y. He even has a very modern futon/couch perfect for gaming or sleepovers.

T LOVES prepping asparagus for roasting, but pretty much only eats one. But the rest of us fell on the 3 trays of 'em like ravening hoards.