I will be the first to admit that I am a picky eater. Well, I prefer the term discriminating eater, but in essence, it all boils down to the fact that I am a picky eater.
Despite having made literally hundreds of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for my two sons, I finally ate one last spring. I was guilted into it; I was with my grand-daughter on her field trip to the zoo. As a last minute replacement "mother"/chaperone I received the box lunch handed out to all of the kindergardners (who didn't bring their lunches). In the box lunch, there was, among other foods, a PB 'N J sandwich and of course, I had to eat it especially since the teacher was making sure all the children ate their lunches. Adi and I shared some of my food, but the sandwich was mine to eat (and no way to really get around it, either). I found that I liked it, that it was good, and I have been eating them ever since.
In fact, my younger son, Mark, heard about this experience at Christmas. That I had never eaten a sandwich that I routinely made for their school lunches (I didn't make their first one, but since they liked them, I made them thereafter). His remark was this, "Oh, that explains it!"
"Explains what?' I asked.
"Explains why there was always too much jelly in the sandwiches...that the jelly always leaked out the sides; you didn't know how to make them."
Back however to the subject at hand, which was, trying new foods. Today, I had another new taste sensation, that of a peanut butter and banana sandwich. It was tasty; the banana was ripe enough it practically melted into the peanut butter. Like the PB 'N J, I have found another thing to eat that nearly every kid has already experienced.
It only goes to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
Causes Nancy Smith Supports
Doctors without Borders
American Diabetes Association