I love food. I'll eat pretty much anything except carrots, celery, peanut butter, and squid with tentacles still attached.
I don't remember living through this particular event, but I heard the story from my mom and dad. Apparently, when I was 2 years old, my dad took me to a seafood restaurant when my mom and Kate were still in the hospital after Kate was just born. My dad ordered his meal, and then ordered a side of clams for me. The waiter told him, "You know, we have a children's menu....would you like me to bring her some chicken fingers or a hamburger instead?" My dad said, "No, she'll eat the clams. It's OK." The waiter thought my dad was crazy, and he brought my dad's meal and some chicken fingers (he didn't bring out my clams!!!) I really liked seafood so my dad gave me his meal, and he ended up eating the chicken fingers. He said that the waiter couldn't believe it...I (the 2-year-old) was devouring a full seafood meal while my poor dad had to eat the kids' menu chicken fingers.
I also used to love eating filet mingon, swordfish, lamb, mushrooms, and bananas foster (the bananas foster was given to me by accident though, lol). Additionally, by the age of 2, my parents had taught me how to make British-style tea (tea with milk and sugar) and we have video documentation of me putting milk and sugar in my tea, gulping it down, and waving my glass around asking my dad for a refill.
I can't wait to teach my kids to eat all kinds of weird food. I'm so glad my parents taught me to love food and not be a picky eater because I have always loved trying new dishes (especially when traveling) and I like knowing that I can order pretty much anything off a menu and enjoy it. I like expanding my palate, and am really looking forward to going to South America on my honeymoon so I can try stuff that is hard to find in the United States.
