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.

I have a real fondness for canned vegetables, and drink the brine they are packed in. Not to the exclusion of the same thing fresh, but if I'm craving, say, canned green beans then fresh won't scratch that itch. I don't generally put much salt in my food, but when that's what I want, that's what I want, I guess.

I didn't grow up with canned vegs at all. My grandparents' mushy vegs freaked me out. Well, dad's side, mom's are farmers. Even their canned (jarred) stuff was crisp.

I didn't realize I liked peas, until I realized that fresh or frozen peas taste completely different from the canned ones.

We had them as part of our hurricane supplies, along with Spam and Vienna sausages, which I also sporadically desire.

Huh, those cravings make more sense than I thought.

I stayed far, far away from string beans into adulthood until I realized that fresh ones were so different from the canned ones.

I think of canned and fresh asparagus as entirely different vegetables. I like them both.

That was me and tomatoes. I still order food without tomatoes because they likely won't be ripe. A real, ripe tomato was a revelation to me.

I think of canned and fresh asparagus as entirely different vegetables. I like them both.

That's how I feel about green beans (and Kraft Parmesan cheese/actual Parmesan cheese, though I do not think of them as vegetables).

Well, my sister said it was goat... if it wasn't, then I haven't had goat, and lamb tastes better in a gyro than on a plate in an Irish pub.

Well there's your problem, eating Irish food. Should have stuck to the Guinness.