As I was making supper tonight, I realized it.
The picky eater in my family.
The fact that I had to hold my nose and turn my head away as I was dealing with the tuna in the tuna noodle casserole was probably a clue.
Tuna. Ick, I’m shuddering and wrinkling up my nose just thinking about it.
My kids will eat just about anything.
Hubs will absolutely eat anything.
Nope, I’m the picky one.
I don’t like bland food.
Tuna noodle casserole, chicken and biscuits, actually pretty much any casserole: I think they are all gross.
It’s just a bunch of bland mush.
And I’m a good cook. I consider my dishes to be better than others of the same dish that I have tasted elsewhere.
But, I still don’t like them.
Give me something spicy and I’ll eat it up.
Luckily, my kids will eat the spicy things I make, but sometimes it’s just easy, time-efficient and/or cheap to make one of the dishes that I don’t particularly care for.
But, it’s okay, then I will just drink my dinner…um, eat a bunch of cookies…oh, I mean have a salad instead.
So, how about you? Who is the picky eater in your family?