While I’d like to tell you my husband has a very refined palate and is my best recipe “taster,” he’s not. Of the three boys in my house, you’d think he’d have the most potential. I mean, for starters, he’s over seven years old.
The thing is, he thinks everything is great. Wonderful, right? Well. . . not always. He says things like, “I loved these grilled peaches,” when he’s actually eating roasted acorn squash. Yes, I know, it’s great he likes what he’s eating, but as a chef, I’m not thrilled to hear that he thinks he’s eating a completely different food than the one I’ve thoughtfully prepared. Or, how about the fact that he doesn’t eat meat, poultry, and gluten (the last to stand in solidarity with our son with Celiac Disease — which I do think is the sweetest thing ever). Oh, and he recently added “bottom feeders,” to his list (you know, many different shellfish, catfish, eel, etc.) — don’t ask. All of this, however, is part of what makes him the guy he is. And I really, really love that guy.