Kate R. has pimped me over at her blog.
Thank you Kate!
I am officially a Thursday Thirteen.
:-)
And I'm still promoting my Zombie Jack book, so if you haven't read it, trot over to Loose Id and grab a copy!
Some clarification:
A reader has expressed doubt about my eating habits. I honestly think I was one of the most difficult children to feed (if you ran out of peanut butter) in the state of NY. Just ask my mother how long I had to sit at the table, staring at cold green beans. (I cannot, to this day, enjoy eating green beans, hot or cold.) I became a master at hiding food in my napkin. When I saw the Mr. Bean sketch of Mr. Bean and the steak tartare, I instantly recognized myself.
Kate says my house is elegant. It is not at all elegant. The garden is interesting, the village is spectacular, but the house is old, drafty, and, well, run down. It's a nice little house, and I love it, but it has one bathroom, only three closets, and the outbuildings are bigger than the house itself. It also only has two bedrooms; we've squeezed our daughter into what would qualify as a walk-in closet in most houses.
She doesn't mind. I let her paper the walls with posters of horses.
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You know, they say if there are things children don't like or want to eat, it is usually with good reason - it's not good for them. I hated bread and milk as a child but was given sandwiches and a glass of milk daily - today I have both wheat and dairy intolerances. Now, I'd run and hide from those beans if I were you! ;-)
I think the green bean dislike is all in my head - (or tastebuds) but I can't drink milk either, and as a child I hated it. (Well, I hated everything...)
lol
I hated eggs as kid. My mother always made them so the white was still semi-liquid. Ewww. It was only when I started cooking myself I learned that some of the stuff could be done differently.
I like milk, provided it's directly from the cow, and not the stuff where they took all the good things out and replaced them with chemistry. ;)
LOL - chemical milk! Yes, it's awful. I remember runny eggs too. Ewwww! My husband likes them. I still can't eat an egg unless the white is completely set.
Thanks for dropping by my blog.
I was a picky eater too. There's very (and I mean very) few vegetables that I will eat. Some things I grew up to like (spaghetti), but others - no way.
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