Side Fifteen: Adult Food

Husband and I like spicy food. We eat a lot of curries, hot sauce and peppers, and we like trying new foods. And I am a lucky wife. Husband eats anything I serve him. There's no turned-up noses or piles of sprouts pushed to the side of plate.

I understand that children can be fussy eaters. When they are really young, you can feed them anything. Goodtimes used to have miso soup. G gorged himself on broccoli. But as they are getting older, the fussiness is setting in. Gone are the days - for now - of savoury and grown-up meals in my sister's house. They have settled into the days of grilled cheese sandwiches and fries.

On a shelf in my kitchen, there sits a row of cookbooks that I love to pour over and find new recipes. I am looking forward to to cracking open a new book about spices. Once, my sister was wondering what to make for dinner and I suggested Spicy Peanut Chicken. As soon as the word "spicy" left my lips, my sister shook her head, knowing that no one in her home would eat it. Sucks to be in the home with no Spicy Peanut Chicken.

Now pardon me while I go make a chipotle sauce for the fish.