"I'll have you know that monstrosity is a light and refreshing melon salad," I shouted over my shoulder towards the general direction of the kitchen, not budging from cushioned glider in which I had just made myself comfy.
"What's in this thing?" he said, emerging from the kitchen.
"Delightfulness. And awesomeness. And some honeydew, blueberries, cucumbers, lime, and mint and basil from our garden."
"Hmmmmmm...sounds...interesting."
My family doesn't like my food.
Seriously.
They call it "weird stuff" or "science experiments."
We have different definitions of delicious.
Ever seen Pixar's Ratatouille?
My little brother often compares me to Remy, the chef rat.
I overlook the fact that he's comparing me to a rat.
I love the part where Remy is trying to explain to his rat brother (which, theoretically, represents my little brother - heh, heh, heh) the textures and flavors of cheese and strawberries....
