While we were in the mountains we had a conversation with my MIL about this Christmas. We are spending this Christmas day with CSP’s side of the family. MIL asked what did we think about a Christmas goose for dinner? I’d only ever heard about Christmas geese in Christmas stories and carols and thought that they only ate geese until turkey and ham was invented.
CSP & I exchanged a knowing glance that did not go unnoticed by MIL. She asked what was going on and we admitted that if she were to serve goose that we’d be eating before we came over for dinner. This led to the admission that we’ve pretty much made a habit of stopping at Jack in the Box on the way to dinner at their house. A lot. What can I say? They cook weird food. And it’s not just me. CSP has enjoyed many a road burger on his way to his parents’ house for dinner.
So MIL said we could stop being polite and just tell her what we don’t like to eat. She asked me to write up a list. I pulled out my new, handy notebook from Carolina Pad (more on that later) and started writing. And writing. Who knew I was this picky?
Here is my list. Please tell me I’m not the only one out there who’s a picky eater! Continue reading “Picky, picky”