About an hour ago, I asked Twitter whether I should have split pea soup (homemade, left over from yesterday’s lunch) or ice cream for breakfast. In the first three minutes or so, about half a dozen people replied that I should have ice cream.
I had split pea soup. What can I say, I really like good food. Lest you worry, I did follow it up with a little ice cream. I offered some to Sam, but he is the only child on earth who hates chocolate ice cream. He tastes it every time I offer, because he knows that the Ben & Jerry’s carton means good things, but every time he makes a horrid face and won’t take any more.
Today, however, he did ask for Italian sausage instead. I wonder where he gets his tastes from.