Wednesday, April 28, 2010
That was one of the most frequently heard phrases around our house back when Gracie and Annelie were a year younger and still getting shouted at for experimenting with what NOT to say at the dinner table.
But I can't help thinking it every time I see, smell or taste something sooooo zis-zusting.
Take Marmite for example. All I have to do is unscrew the lid and take the tiniest of whiffs and my eyes start to water and my nose burns. Marmite - Ew. That's disgusting. Even the label says its horrid. What kind of advertising is that?
Gracie agrees with me. How can anyone like the stuff? The label is correct - it's HORRID!
Annelie, however, requests the sticky brown yeast extract on buttered toast for breakfast. Every. Day.
She loves it. She thinks it is delicious. She has even been caught sneaking finger-fulls of the the revolting mess when she thinks no one is looking. It is MIND BOGGLING, I tell ya.
Who is this child I used to know so well? How can she possibly eat something so zis-zusting?
Where did I go wrong as I passed my genes to my darling offspring?
Ohhh... that's right. My husband.
She takes after my husband. Will loves the gnarly brown glop. Put it on buttered toast and he's the happiest guy in town.
One mystery solved. The other - how anyone, let alone my husband and daughter, can stomach the stuff - will probably remain a mystery for all eternity.
This Marmite advert sums up my feelings about Marmite perfectly (my feelings are depicted in the character of the baby). Its sums up Annelie's feelings perfectly, too (her feelings are depicted in the character of the mother).
Tell me, mamas... are there foods that your kids gobble up that make you wonder if there is something wrong with your DNA because it is so darned disgusting? Please don't tell me I'm the only one...