Food. It nourishes and sustains us. It drives us. We crave it. We eat when we're happy (birthday cake), when we're sick (chicken soup and call me in the morning) and when we're stressed (that stash of chocolate in the back of the freezer/pantry/drawer/canister) It comes in all forms: natural, processed, meat, non-meat, really non-meat and whatever's in the pantry. People choose foods based on region, age, season and mood, but there's one faction of people who have completely different criteria.
Kids. Tiny humans who seem to choose foods based on the respective food's macaroni-and-cheese-iness or peanut-butter-and-jelly-ness. They also seem to show an aversion to the color green. (I'm really not surprised that Heinz quit making green ketchup.) Parenting books refer to this enigma as a "food jag". I refer to this as an "I can't take them yelling at me about something else right now and I'm pretty sure they won't die from it so okay".
However, we do occasionally catch them off their guard in one bright, shining moment of "eat a pepper" or "I like it". We all know those moments. It's when the clouds open up and choirs of angels look down upon you while singing something like "ahhhhhh". It's the sound of victory. Besides, there are at least three food groups in a pb&j. Bread, nuts and fruit... yeah, fruit.
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