Not everything tastes like chicken.
The boys and I had a wonderful new experience this morning. They watched me cut up a whole pineapple that I purchased at the grocery store a few days ago. They are often inquisitive about where things come from, and I want them to understand that food and products don’t just come from stores - they are grown and made into usable products.
I have pulled over to the side of the road to pick some cotton for them and then explained how the machines pick the cotton to take to the factories to have their clothes made, they have helped me squeeze lemons to make lemon juice in turn created into lemonade, and I frequently try to show them the nature that God created for us to tend.
The boys and I loved eating the pineapple. They watched me cut off the top, sides and bottom to reveal the juicy, sweet fruit. They loved the large slices as opposed to the tidbits that I usually purchase in the can.
There was only one issue:
J said, “It tastes like strawberry.”
Mommy, “Um,…”