Wednesday 10th August 2011
“If you had to choose between fusilli & chicken, which one would you choose?” My son asked.
“What, to eat?” I said.
“What, do you mean, for rest of my life or just to eat now?” I questioned.
“No, just to eat…like which one is your favourite?” He replied losing patience.
“That’s tough…” I said.
Zeph & I have talked before about what our favourite foods are. Favourite food, per se, is a bit too big and general so we tend to break it down into topics; favourite fruits, favourite pasta or favourite meat. On many an occasion I have waxed lyrical about my liking for fusilli pasta and its undulating curves that hold a sauce so well but have equally talked endlessly about the fact that chicken brought me back from my vegetarian wilderness.
“…well if I had to choose between the two to eat every day for the rest of my life I guess I’d have to choose…” I paused for effect. “…could I put anything on it?”
“Come on which one!” He demanded.
“I dunno. It’s too hard. Which one would you choose?”
“I’d choose the chicken.” He said without missing a beat.
“Yeah…me too.” I replied.