Chasing Double Mustard

I decided to start chronicling my observations and experiences with that 4 letter word – FOOD, after 5 years of never-ending cajoling, bribing, threatening Defcon 5 status, putting MooCow in jail, and other assorted methods of getting a toddler/preschooler/school-age child to eat his breakfast/snack/lunch/dinner. And one musn’t forget that there are all sorts of grown-ups who I’ve crossed paths with who have some v.e.r.y specific food aversions. More on this later.