on taste buds

Barry didn't marry me because of my cooking. He says I'm a "great" cook but cooking isn't in my primary gifting cluster. I do get jazzed about certain foods, they just happen to be foods no one else wants to eat like...red hot tofu with bok choy over brown rice. Go figure.

My mother, on the other hand, is a truly extraordinary chef who wakes up dreaming of how she can bless others in the kitchen. Just a few days ago we decided to go to Granny's on the spur of the moment. She said she could come up with "something" for breakfast. Something indeed. The kids feasted on polish sausage, bacon, fresh fruit, gluten-free pancakes, and pure Maple syrup. I suffered through a fresh asparagus and goat cheese omlette. You get the picture. Mom's incredible.

So my dear Jonathan spent the day at Granny's while we nursed Keona on Wednesday. After being wonderfully spoiled all day, the poor child came home and announced that he would like some peanut butter toast and grapefruit. I happily pulled out the organic peanut butter, local honey, multi-grain whole wheat bread, and a Texas pink grapefruit.

After a couple of bites Jonathan announced: "Mom, Granny's like 20 times a better cook than you."

"I think you're right," I said. "Granny's a really gifted cook."

"Yeah," Jona replied. Then with all sincerity added, "Here at home, my taste buds hurt."

Yep. Example #7297 why we should only anchor our value in God's love :-).