[104/365] three second rule

I'm making a big list of all the heavy things I want to blog about thanks to being around my family. Zero of which I have the spoons for right now.

So for today I'll do a report on the food. This morning, Dad was happy to make my "Benevolent Bacon" along with the meat bacon for him and D. He cheerfully cooked it according to the package instructions (sadly with too little fat, that's how my parents cook everything because their absorption of dietary advice/trends stopped in the 90s, but it was still okay). D suggested I save a little of it for him to try, and not only did he but he offered it to my mom and she had a tiny piece. Something I never expected would happen! Dad pronounced it perfectly nice. (Mom mumbled noncommittally but honestly even that is a win: she didn't say anything bad!)

And then tonight they had ribs on the grill and I had hot dogs (Morning Star brand, which I'd seen before but never tried). As he was taking them off, one rolled away and fell on the ground. I didn't think much of it, there were plenty more (Mom wanted to cook the whole box for some reason) and I had other food to take into the house at the time. But a minute later, Dad came in with half a hot dog hanging out of his mouth and said "these are pretty good!" Mom was horrified that he'd picked up the hot dog and eaten half of it. I was delighted that he was willing to try it: if anyone's first experience of a new food is one that fell on the ground and they're still willing to try it and they announce unbidden that it is good, I think that's about as good as it gets!