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  • a lesson in food management.

    1 posts, 1 voices, 413 views, started Sep 22, 2008

    Posted on Monday, September 22, 2008 by Iris Feinberg

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    • Amethyst
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      OK, call me crazy, but I love food.  Food is what my family all gathers around. Adventurous, plain, fresh, and tasty, my family is all about food and food events.

      My  youngest son, who’s almost 15 and eats anything and everything,   has a great friend named Max.  We love Max.  He's into music,  has great t-shirts, and is just an over all nice kid.  (And his grandpa's challah recipe is to die for!).  

      The only thing about Max is that he only eats white food.  That's right – chicken, potatoes, bagels (lots of bagels), cream cheese, potato chips....you've got the picture.  We love Max,  and we love having him around, so when we know he's coming over, we buy a dozen bagels, make sure the cream cheese is fresh, and that we have a gallon of  OJ.  

      Max joined us in the NC mountains for Labor Day weekend.  We're building a great house up there, in a place called Chinquapin, but it's not done, and for now, we're staying in what is essentially a separate building  on our property.   It's like luxury camping – we've got a kitchenette, a full bathroom, a bigscreen TV with cable....OK, the only part that's like camping is that we sleep on air mattresses.  And even then, its not really like camping, is it?

      Sunday night rolled around.  We invited some friends for dinner, and I figured we'd have fruit for dessert – mangoes, blueberries, peaches.  So at 5 pm, I peeled a few mangoes, and lo and behold Daniel was hungry (when is a 15 year old boy not hungry?  No really, is there an answer to that question besides never?)  So he took the bowl of mangoes....and Max decided he wanted to taste one.  I think Daniel got 3 pieces, and Max wolfed down the entire bowl.  

      It's never too late and you can never be too sure.  Throw a few mangoes your kids way and see what kind of good happens.



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