RecipeMuncher

There aren’t that many foods I remember my dad having to be cajoled to eat. My sister? Yes. She went through a period when she didn’t like tacos. I mean, come on. Tacos? Eventually she relented and qualified it by saying she just didn’t like my mom’s tacos, as though that were somehow better. Or even remotely reasonable. Oh little sisters. But my dad agrees only to eat brussels sprouts for Thanksgiving, and then, probably only two at most. The problem couldn̵ (...)