The Difference

You can't tell by looking, but I am a picky eater. Like, really. If it is chicken with bones, I won't eat it. Grosses me out. And don't even get me started on pork. Just last year I started eating pork chops again. My fifth grade science teacher gave me just enough info about what could happen if you consumed under cooked pork that my imagination ran wild. Yuck. Eggs? I'll eat them maybe once a month. Hot dogs? Oh dear Lord. The list goes on and on.

Chris is the total opposite. If it doesn't eat him first, he'll try anything once. I'll never forget when he moved to TX and we lived with my family and they saw how much food he consumed. Our family just doesn't eat like he does. Well ok, there is my oldest younger brother haha figure that one out. But still.

I can think of two things Chris would not eat if his life depended on it. Miracle Whip and Key Lime pie. Those two foods don't even count!

That's the difference. He's easy to please and I'm not.

Sometimes I wish I didn't think about the food/where it came from/how it's made and so on, just so I could try it. But I have a very sensitive gag reflex. Andohmygosh last night was the perfect example.

I tried a couple new recipes, which I will blog about later. He ate all of his, all of mine (minus the two bites I took) and he ate the leftovers for breakfast this morning.

Anyone need to borrow my human garbage disposal?