Saturday, August 25, 2007

A Way to a Man's Heart... through his stomach. My mom knew this, and she obliged when I brought him home from college to meet them one weekend. She had a bowl of freshly cleaned and peeled shrimp and shrimp sauce on the table, set in front of him. Grilled t-bones (angus beef) and baked potatoes were to follow. Both mom and dad kept encouraging him to "eat." He did, and he was hooked ever since.

Now I understand the importance of keeping his belly happy, but I sometimes forget just how happy his belly can be when fed good treats. I relearned that lesson this afternoon, when I showed him this site. I had to wipe the drool from his chin and my keyboard.

Guess what I serving for dessert tonight?

1 comment:

Susan said...

I still haven't figured out how to deal with the problem of developing high expectations in the one who's getting fed well. Sometimes it seems like every good meal ups the ante, to the point that good meals aren't appreciated because they aren't great meals. I need to feed my family cruddier food....