Last night was Taco Tuesday at our house. I forgot to fix the rice to go with it, so it was just tacos last night. I wondered how well Paige would eat. Sometimes she loves tacos, sometimes not so much. She ate 3. That's 3 tacos with everything: meat, cheese, salsa, tomato and lettuce. Plus the shell. I couldn't believe it! I decided she must be hungry & didn't think anything else of it.
Tonight was pork chops with green beans and mac & cheese. I made 1 extra pork chop so I would have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. My left overs? Currently sleeping down the hall. Tonight Paige ate 1 and a half pork chops. Plus a large helping of mac & cheese and green beans. I couldn't believe it. I'm guessing a growth spurt must be coming on.
I mentioned it to a friend who told me she was a picky eater at this age, and how much picky eaters bug her now. That got me to thinking. When I was a kid, I was a picky eater. I didn't like meat very much. My cousin Stephine didn't like veggies at all. Worked perfect. We sat next to each other at the dinner table and switched plates.
At Granny & Paw Paw's 50th anniversary party, we told on ourselves. We thought they knew! I mean, how slick could we be to get away with that? We were kids. Granted we sat at the end of the 8 foot table, but still. They had to see us, right? Nope. They grounded us. Hmmmm. I wonder if we're still grounded.
And for the record, I still prefer veggies over meat. Except for a good steak.
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