tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post8291616785637941531..comments2007-11-07T15:48:01.016-05:00Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-29062304871212139182007-11-07T15:48:01.016-05:002007-11-07T15:48:01.016-05:00Hi there -- thanks for visiting Central Penn Parent's Mamaland ... I will bookmark you and invite you to be profiled at some point, possibly later December.Mamalandwww.centralpennparent.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-71436431440791026562007-10-29T21:35:12.028-04:002007-10-29T21:35:12.028-04:00"As I told you, if this hadn't been a random drawing, you would have won hands down."<BR/><BR/>Pfft.<BR/><BR/>Whatever. <BR/><BR/>I even sent you a $300 bribe so you'd pick me to win the $250 Williams Sonoma gift card...<BR/><BR/>oh wait...<BR/><BR/>nevermind.<BR/><BR/>;-)Jozethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-3567553016786953432007-10-29T21:24:34.866-04:002007-10-29T21:24:34.866-04:00As I told you, if this hadn't been a random drawing, you would have won hands down.mothergoosemousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80690672347023336492007-10-27T07:59:31.942-04:002007-10-27T07:59:31.942-04:00It's a good thing this is a random drawing! I concede :-). Excellent post, you had me giggling all the way through! I honestly had never considered the bit about "bitter" foods! Good job.This Eclectic Lifehttp://www.thiseclecticlife.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-47135451618407380612007-10-27T06:25:35.397-04:002007-10-27T06:25:35.397-04:00This post is Delicious!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-84830763920197415822007-10-26T23:30:24.345-04:002007-10-26T23:30:24.345-04:00Wow. What a post! If we could vote for the winner, I'd vote for you. Thanks for stopping by my site...I have had your blog bookmarked for months!bombaygirlwww.littletortoise.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-66020553869261828382007-10-26T19:44:00.316-04:002007-10-26T19:44:00.316-04:00You know that mom also let me eat raw meatballs?<BR/><BR/>That explains a lot, also.<BR/><BR/>She also cooked some weird special PA Dutch sauce for Grandfather's dinner every night. He was pickier than both of us put together. And supposedly Dad was a picky eater until he joined the Army.<BR/><BR/>See...that's why our ancestors made it over to America, while others died in famines. We were motivated enough by our picky eating habits to not try to survive on peat and standing water.<BR/><BR/>I mean, really...wouldn't a truly un-picky eater be okay with just eating raw roots and berries? Thank goodness for the picky eaters, I say! An egg is just a chicken-butt-dropping until you diguise it as tiramisu.Jozethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-72737875617510351772007-10-26T19:34:03.195-04:002007-10-26T19:34:03.195-04:00Wow. You get my vote for the gift card.<BR/><BR/>You know, however, mom tried to puree onions into the meatloaf (you remember my onionphobia, yes?) and I found her out right away. And, I think, that is when my artistic talents really began to flower. My horses started showing so much more depth and emotion.<BR/><BR/>So, what I'm saying is, you might just want to let them catch you slipping the zucchini in the blender. <BR/><BR/>And now that I just typed "slipping the zucchini in the blender" I realize what a great euphemism that could be.annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01306851407588054538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-79938761986078401952007-10-26T15:18:54.413-04:002007-10-26T15:18:54.413-04:00I didn't even know their was such a thing as Kale until I volunteered at the zoo in college and fed it to some of the animals there. I guess I was a little picky too.ktjrdnhttp://ktjrdn.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-34287595277355683802007-10-26T11:23:08.004-04:002007-10-26T11:23:08.004-04:00"So, in short, because my children are not picky as in will at least try a bite of what I make and will eat generally what they are served...you saying they are more evolutionarily advanced?"<BR/><BR/>Exactly.<BR/><BR/>My kids will eat most meats, especially as I prepare it charred beyond any discernable recognition. Chicken, steak, chipmunk...all looks and tastes the same. (So maybe we will be okay with eating stray dog, as long as it's me at the grill.)<BR/><BR/>My kids also crawl into bed with me some nights because they are convinced that they will be eaten by snakes unless they are pressed against the larger humans for defense and safe keeping.<BR/><BR/>Like I can kill a snake...pfft. Only if it has a heart attack from the screaming.<BR/><BR/>My kids were also early walkers (got to be able to run from the snakes) and can build fires with Lincoln Logs (got to be able to cook the snakes, i.e. char them beyond recognition.)<BR/><BR/>They also did not wean easily because who knows when the next famine will be? If anyone is eating peat, it's going to be mom.Jozethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-22026903668926700852007-10-26T11:07:31.124-04:002007-10-26T11:07:31.124-04:00I don't like red sauce either. For good reason.<BR/><BR/>Raymond Wallace EWWWWWWW.<BR/><BR/>And playdates with different eating rules. I never accepted another playdate from Becky again after the forced eating of celery and peanut butter.<BR/><BR/>So, in short, because my children are not picky as in will at least try a bite of what I make and will eat generally what they are served...you saying they are more evolutionarily advanced?<BR/><BR/>;)<BR/><BR/>I hope you win!<BR/><BR/>Julie<BR/><A HREF="http://theartfulflower.blogspot.com/" REL="nofollow">Using My Words</A>Julie Pipperthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03169574697104642479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-91515713956529104502007-10-26T10:54:20.259-04:002007-10-26T10:54:20.259-04:00Lol...yes. I realize that at some point I will have three teenagers in my house, one being a boy (not to get all sterotypical, but the women I know who have teenage boys just basically send their paychecks to the grocery store each week. With girls, it seems to moreso go either way.)<BR/><BR/>I try not to encourage the "fancy price" foods too much. Of course, my eldest daughter came out of her picky stage and moved right on to sushi. At this rate, we're going to have to purchase shares in a tuna boat.Jozethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-72881253098426891192007-10-26T10:49:56.956-04:002007-10-26T10:49:56.956-04:00"proves ON a grand scale". Sorry.wordgirlhttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/half_of_the_skynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-12593384981131424402007-10-26T10:49:20.920-04:002007-10-26T10:49:20.920-04:00This post only proves in on a grand scale why you should win the gift card. I cannot compete (mainly because my children are teenagers now and my modus operandi is trying to STOP them from eating us out of house and home). I bow to your greatness and I'm keeping my fingers crossed.wordgirlhttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/half_of_the_skynoreply@blogger.com