So last night, Seth and I were chatting about food. He was, as always, hungry, because he's almost 18 and is a bottomless pit. Although I have found that the psychology of putting the healthy stuff on the eye level shelf gets him to eat the good stuff, he still couldn't find something to satisfy him. This, of course, means that nothing was jumping off said shelf and into his hands. I gave him a list of things that might work for a snack, and of course they were all shot down. He finally said "I think I'm just bored with food in general."
I asked him if I needed to worry about an eating disorder.
Then again, this is Seth, whose take on the world is slightly off our orbit -- and I truly, truly love that about him, because as you can tell, he's more than a little entertaining. So, we wandered into my room, where he jumped on the exercise bike whilst I checked my email. I gave him the "hey, you're gonna be on your own next year, and so you need to get with the whole idea of actually cooking" talk. Reminded him that one day, his significant other would greatly appreciate his cooking skills.
Keep in mind -- the boy can cook. He has made such delicacies as home-made ramen (which he said was good) and candied bacon (which he said was awesome). He can make some pretty good string beans, and he can properly boil just about any kind of noodle. So yeah, he's got the basics, but he needs to learn how to put a real meal together, so I started showing him how to find recipes for things that interest him, using websites like food.com, foodchannel.com, and heck, just plain google. Of course, we were searching for recipes that included, of course, ramen, but also found one he actually tried out for breakfast this morning. It's progress.
All in all, he decided, FINALLY, that he needs to expand his horizons and start trying new foods. He had asparagus last weekend, for the first time he could recall, and loved it. And so it was that tonight he told me that he had tried guacamole today. I can't remember where he said he got it, but I asked him if he liked it. "It was ok," he said. "It tastes like liquid lettuce."
Gotta admit, he's kinda right.