The second time it happened was at the Air Museum. We stopped at the lunch shack to grab sandwiches. Mr. Intensity choose a grilled cheese.
One bite and he declared, "That cheese is yucky!"
It was "processed cheese food" - you know, Velveeta.
An adult said, "What? Don't you like grilled cheese?"
Mr. Intensity said, "Yes, I like cheese just not that cheese."
I wasn't sure if I was proud of his discerning palate or sad that we spent $5 on one bite.
[The first time this scenario happened, it was with neighborhood kids who were having a "picnic" in the courtyard. I grimaced that he ate white bread and "cheese" slices. But after one bite he declined the delicacies and I rejoiced! Silent victory.]
Related post: Tasting Things Intensely
3 comments:
I wish we could be cheese snobs! Our local supermarkets only stock process cheese, a great range of plastic cheese! but this is the usual in Japan. The only time I can get real cheese is when I go into the city and then I have to pay through the nose for it! I always get strong mature English cheddar and Ebi-kun tells everyone it is the best cheese in the world :o)
i am an equal-opportunity girl when it comes to cheese. i love the real stuff, but velveeta does come in handy for it's meltiness.
he knows what he likes, that's for sure!
You may enjoy this:
http://www.easternjourney.com/2009/02/27/the-great-search-for-raw-milk/
and
http://www.easternjourney.com/2009/02/28/pass-the-milk-please/
from my friend Sandra who lives in China.
Post a Comment