Have I mentioned I was a picky eater growing up? My mother would try and bribe me, persuade me, cajole me, anything to get me to eat new things or things that were good for me.
I think the harder she tried the more I dug my heels in.
It must be a mother/child thing.
Because when I met Husband it all changed.
He could get me to taste anything.
One day he offered me a piece of calamari saying, “Here, try this.”
I said, “No thank you, I don’t eat rubber bands.”
He just shrugged and said, “Fine, more for me.”
And when it stopped being a power struggle I found I really did want to try it.
I was right; it was a deep fried rubber band.
But I tried it!
|(Yeah, I know. It looks more like a fish but it's a squid!)|
|Is it calamari or rubber bands? Ha! Trick question! They're the same thing!|