My Father is the pickiest eater of all time... seriously. I would rather be responsible of feeding a 4 year old that only liked pink foods, than have to feed this man. To sum it all up, he doesn't like anything with taste... he likes beans, peas, and cornbread. He despises anything flavorful, aka Mexican, Chinese, Italian... if I am cooking something, and he asks what it is, if I know he isn't going to eat it I just reply with "it's Mexican", (or whatever it happens to be) just so I don't have to go into detail explaining something I know he isn't going to eat anyways... BUT... the man loves soup... he is a soup-aholic. Me, not as much... but I LOVE taco soup. I cooked it today, and he ate it (as he has many times before) which leads me to believe that he is missing out on the "taco" part of taco soup... if he knew that he was eating something semi-Mexican, he would boycott it immediately. I am just waiting for the day that it clicks in his brain, "Hey, this is TACO soup... taco's are Mexican food... I don't like Mexican food... THIS SHIT IS DISGUSTING!!!"... It will happen, mark my words... I am just waiting for the day that it does... but until then, I will continue cooking my taco soup, and he will continue to eat/love it, and the world will keep spinning... but when that fateful day arrives, it will be anarchy! be prepared... #justsayin...
Peace, Love, and Crabs on your Vagina
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