For me, making meals was one of the most challenging jobs on earth. A repast must be colourful and attractive enough to provoke interest, flavourful and aromatic enough to invite ingestion and healthy enough to support life. The local grocery stores (we had two) supplied fresh meat, but fresh veggies were another matter. I remember fighting over a wrinkled green pepper in Perepeluk’s just so we could experience the taste!
Aaron was not a fan of mushrooms, but if I could lay my hands on a fresh pack of mushies, by jove we were gonna eat them – and I wasn’t making a fungus-free meal for HIM! He had, however, a tongue that could locate and isolate a mushroom in any mix and he’d ring his plate with rejects faster than a dog spits out pills!
Today, of course, his palate has matured. He is an omnivore who, living in Vancouver, enjoys the best of vegetarian cuisine. I’ve watched him eat mushrooms many times… and it surprises me still that he does so – on purpose!