If it’s from the Trader Joe’s sample counter, that is.
These boys, who a year ago in California would not let any meat pass their lips – nor would they even look at condiments or anything spicy – happily took samples of kielbasa and mustard yesterday! And ate them!
Kielbasa! And mustard!
I think they are assimilating to America’s heartland nicely.
At dinner, I wanted Lyle to try some turkey meatballs I’d bought at the store and he flatly refused. Finally, I put a piece in a small clear medicine cup that looked remarkably like the kielbasa sample cup, and stuck a blue toothpick in it – lo and behold, he tried it.