With all those ingredients in the salad, every plate removed from the table was a final resting place for at least one rejected ingredient. As he worked, he rapped, sotto voce, a sing-song ditty he composed as he went along: "This one doesn't eat this," scrape scrape, "That one doesn't eat that."
This kitchen performance is remembered with delight and gravity. It was a teachable moment. Around our house, that's what we think of picky eaters.
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