In our case, it was Jessica’s son Holden who, as a five-year-old, introduced my son Fletcher, then three, to the joys of eating salmon sushi. We’d been visiting from Florida for a week one summer. Fletcher already thought the sun and moon rose and set on Holden. After all, the kid had the largest cache of noisy toy pistols, Fletcher had ever seen. And he liked dinosaurs. One bite of nigiri salmon from Holden’s plate, and Fletcher was hooked. Hooked I tell you. I can’t keep this kid in sliced salmon over rice.
And once he started scarfing down raw salmon, it was a relatively easy trick to coax Fletcher to try other Asian delicacies. Masago … miso soup … edamame. But when he pushed a slice of eel out of a combo roll and popped it in his mouth and then liked it enough to order it off the menu himself when we were out again for sushi, I thought for sure we had a budding culinary connoisseur on our hands. My kid eats sushi. Suck it chicken nuggets!
So naturally I was surprised when The Connoisseur balked at eating mashed potatoes. Yep. That’s where he drew his “too freaky for me” line.
“Take a taste?” I wheedled. “One taste. They’re good. Everyone loves mashed potatoes. C’mon!”
I even offered an extra chocolate kiss if he’d just take a single nibble. No dice. That’s how much he didn’t want to try mashed potatoes. THE KID GAVE UP CHOCOLATE.
No matter how many times I tried to explain that mashed potatoes were just like smashed up French fries — which he totally loves by the way — he’d just purse his lips, shake his head and refuse to try a single bite.
Go figure. Weird food really is in the eye of the beholder. Go know eel, but no go spuds.