Beth

Oh man, I cant stand people who are picky. Fair enough to know whats on your plate but for someone who doesnt do exotic cooking, everything I make, you can usually buy at the local grocery store. Well, most the time anyway.

So the other week, I did pork sausage in a 7 layer vegetable dish. Very simple. Uncomplicated. Beth holds up a peice of the meat and says, 'what is this?' I reply with, 'sausage. What, you dont like it?' her reply was, 'oh no its that, I just like to know what Im eating.'

- 2 points for her.

Last week, I made a sweet potato squash risotto and again she pushed aside the vegetables and said she didnt like them.

Yesterday was the straw that broke the camels back. I baked chicken in orange juice (which she loves) couscous with more orange juice, zucchini, onions & red pepper with orange zest and mint leaves. She came to the table and scrunched up her nose and said, 'whats that?' I tell her its couscous. No answer. Me, 'What, you dont like it?' Her, 'Well, Ive had it before and I didnt like it.' Whereas she preceded to gobble down the chicken and push the rest around her plate and says, 'Im sorry if I offended you,' So I said, 'Well, you have offended me.'

I think she was a bit shocked that I was honest about it. So then I explain to her that couscous is quite tasteless and its the sauce and herbs which give it its flavour. So shes says, after I get up to leave coz Im fuming with her, 'Well, the chickens nice.'

Im not putting up with her picky standards and Im not catering to her every food whim like her mother does. Im also not gonna stand around and make dinner every night and have her turn her nose up to it.

Nick was telling her later if shes even tried couscous and she said that she hadnt. So gave her a little pep talk about being so rude.

She needs to be more appreciative of people doing things for her. Shes never realized this.

I might suggest that she cook her own dinners and buy her own groceries from now on. Which Im sure she couldnt afford. Im sure she would go back to her moms in that situation.

Its winding me up just thinking about it now.

I know now how Mom felt when we turned our noses up at food. We were made to shuttup and eat it anyway though. And now, I pretty much like everything.

Beth doesnt even like carrots.