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Thursday, June 28, 2012
I'm not a huge fan of eating noises. You know the extra loud slurping, smacking, teeth-scraping-on-silverware kind of eating noises... But if there is one thing that has a chance of changing that little pet peeve, it's listening to the littlest people crunching on green beans picked fresh in the garden.
Under normal eating conditions (inside, at the table, enjoying washed and prepared fare) green beans would be on the yuck list. But outside, when you can pick them yourself and enjoy the crunch as you wander through the garden... that's a whole different scenario... a scenario in which little people can't get enough and noisily eat their way down one row and up the next. It's enough to convert any crunch-o-phobe.