Things I like and dislike

Do you like to play parlor games? I play them in my head all the time, which now that I admit this, gives the impression that I am easily amused, wildly creative, or extremely lonely. You choose! 

I got the idea for this from Eden Kennedy at Fussy, who did a things I do not like post this week for nablopomo. I imposed a few rules on myself, because boundaries are a good thing. Because it is so often easier to be negative, for every item I dislike, I had to come up with something I do like.

To my surprise, I had to come up with negative things to balance the positive, not the other way around, as I would have expected. Look how far I've come!

Things I like
waking to the sound of falling rain
cream in my coffee
the arctic monkeys
walking
uttanasana
silence
salty sweet
lipstick
hot hot baths
being upside down
dinner parties

Things I dislike
cilantro
duwop
almond extract
minivans
brad pitt
running
nuts in baked goods
sea urchin
sponges that have not been sufficiently rung out
Philadelphia
white pepper

The apple does not fall far

I would say that Sarah is only a slightly fussy eater. In the scheme of a child's palate, hers is is pretty broad; she enjoys pasta with walnut sauce, all sorts of fish and like all my children, has a passion for mangoes that is slightly frightening.

She is also a highly articulate food critic. When she does not enjoy something, she will explain, in great detail, precisely why she can not eat it.

I suppose you could call it damning with faint praise:

"I like the flavor of this chicken, but the sauce is a little too slippery for me."

Or "I don't care for the way you made the asparagus tonight; it's a bit too crunchy."

Or "This pasta is good, but it's not my favorite because I prefer when you don't make it with whole wheat pasta."

Or my personal favorite, uttered when she was approximately three, in response to something delicious, "It's just too flavorish for me."

When I went grocery shopping this week, I bought a new kind of ice cream, Haagen-Dazs Five. It was on sale, and I'd heard it was good. (Since having children, I only buy ice cream on sale; holy shit it's expensive!)

Tonight we broke out the chocolate ice cream for the kids after dinner. David mentioned to me that Sarah hadn't eaten much of her ice cream, and if I was curious, I should try some.

I responded, "I don't really like chocolate ice cream, but I do I love chocolate."

I continued, "it's just that I think it tastes best on it's own. The flavor of the milk dilutes the the taste of chocolate. Actually, I feel the same way about most chocolate desserts."

David listened to all of this. We tried to keep a straight face, because I really did sound ridiculous. It was obvious who I sounded like.

As he left the room, he called out to me, "You reap what you have sown."