Tales from the front lines with a picky eater
Are
You What You Eat?
By Heather Reid
f you like food, I probably like you. If I love you, I will feed you. It’s as simple and as complicated as all that. I’ve never understood people who didn’t care as much about this as I do. What else is there if you can’t talk about what to eat next while you’re eating something great? Nothing, there’s nothing better.
When my husband and I were dating, he wooed me with kindness, and I wooed him with homemade mac and cheese. When we had children, I assumed they would share our passion for all things edible, and I dreamed of teaching them about the world through various cuisines. I couldn’t wait to cook for my own family, as my grandmother did, as my parents did.
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