Observations of a boy

We have been blessed the past few months to receive some almost expired organic food from a local warehouse distributor. Eating healthy is important to us, but being able to afford organic food is not in the budget. So we are thankful to take whatever they are ready to dispose of or find a home for it elsewhere.

Needless to say, our palettes have been expanded. Goats milk. Soy milk (chocolate is not so bad). Greek yogurt. Lentils. Irish cut oats. Beet chips. Pure cranberry juice. And various other new foods.

Today for lunch I decided to serve vegetarian (aka soy) barbecue on a stick. It really smelled quite tasty. My meat loving kids were licking their chops. Joseph (knowing that he is not to complain about his food) reluctantly took one bite and mumbled to himself, "It looks like poop to me." Then he ran to the trash to spit it out and went back slowly to his chair like a puppy in trouble.

Any other day he would have been in big trouble. But, as boys do, he was only making an observation and I sat trying not to laugh my head off. He was absolutely right. I wouldn't touch it myself with a ten foot poll. I had no intention of putting the food in my mouth.

Thankfully, the girls were engaged in their talking and missed the whole scene. "Joseph are going to eat that? Can I have it?" He gladly passed his plate on down with a smile.

The picture is blurry, but for good reason. You get the idea.