just stopping in to say hello!
My mom told me this story today on the phone. I thought it was the funniest thing that I have heard in a long time.
When I was younger, I was a picky eater. My mother had a hard time getting me to eat anything that wasn't fruit, cheese, or bread. I remember not liking meat, some vegetables... onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, avocado, and I have always hated condiments. So, she had a hard time getting me to eat what the rest of the family was eating. Well, one night when I was about seven, my Mom needed me to eat dinner. She also needed to find the root of my pickyness. Was it because I didn't like the taste? Or was it all in my mind? So, she was in the kitchen making dinner, and I was already skeptical. I went in and asked her... Are there mushrooms in that? She said no, of course not! Eww, what do you take me for? Eww, mushrooms Elizabeth?
there were of course mushrooms in whatever it was she was making
Then came time to eat. All of the lights were out and candles were lit. I said, "why is it so dark? Why are there candles lit?" She told me that we were having a Romantic Dinner. I was so entranced by how beautiful and romantic everything was that I forgot about what I was eating. It was also so dark, that I could not SEE what I was eating. My mom found the root of my problem. It was all in my head. Can you imagine a Mom telling her four little kids that they were going to have a romantic dinner? I cried I was laughing so hard. I did not remember that at all. I am a much better eater now.