It's an Aquired Taste

So every now and then, I decide to get a bit adventurous in what I feed the kids for lunch. Maybe "desperate" is a better description. I was searching the pantry yesterday for something to give the kids to eat when I came across a can of split pea and ham soup that looked like it had been there since the 60's (no offense Mom and Dad), so I decided to give it a shot. Kimball will usually eat just about anything with a high consentration of preservatives in it, so I wasn't that surprised when he liked it. Koria . . . well . . . I will let the pictures speak for themselves.

In case you don't know, red hair equals attitude. No myth about it. It's not an urban legend. It's fact. Proven fact. I can't blame her reaction on the hair alone though. The soup had a striking resemblence to some other substances she's familiar with . . . need I say more? And just so that you don't assume that the title of this post refers to my cooking in general, Kimball told me last week that the chicken I had made for dinner was "delicioso." You can learn a lot from Dora.