Noisy eater.
Is it in the genes? My father was a "noisy" eater. When his palate was tainted with delicious food, he moaned about it while eating. Arousing his taste buds to the highest level. His sounds told a story about how delicious his food was and one just knew how much he was enjoying every single ingredient that his taste buds had just encountered. As a young kid, I was totally embarrassed of my father's noises. Now when I think back to it, it was like my father was having a romantic interlude with his food. That's when he should have pulled out the table sign "Privacy Please" and "Do Not Disturb".
My father would have been a great sidekick companion for Anthony Bourdain. Traveling the world in search of great eats. The two of them sipping their cocktails and spirits while romantically tongue fondling their food. Licking every last morsel from their fingertips to prolong the inevitable.... The last moan. Ha!
30 years later it came to haunt me again. Twelve months after the arrival of my son, Seth, the noisy eater came alive in a kitchen in Kill Devil Hills. Stage 1 foods.. peas, bananas and pears. Mmmmm, moaning and chanting have been apart of my son's eating ritual. Add that to his bag of alphabet soup.
As well, when his palate dislikes something his tongue comes out with food still attached. Then is followed by gagging sounds, coughing, hands on neck, excess saliva and then the expelling of food into the trash can with the occasional vomiting. He puts on quite a production with an over-the-top performance. *Seth now dislikes peas.
His noises have continued but have been less pronounced with his daily food intake except when a new totally awesome food/ingredient hits his palate. Watch out and grab your ear plugs.
My father would have been a great sidekick companion for Anthony Bourdain. Traveling the world in search of great eats. The two of them sipping their cocktails and spirits while romantically tongue fondling their food. Licking every last morsel from their fingertips to prolong the inevitable.... The last moan. Ha!
30 years later it came to haunt me again. Twelve months after the arrival of my son, Seth, the noisy eater came alive in a kitchen in Kill Devil Hills. Stage 1 foods.. peas, bananas and pears. Mmmmm, moaning and chanting have been apart of my son's eating ritual. Add that to his bag of alphabet soup.
As well, when his palate dislikes something his tongue comes out with food still attached. Then is followed by gagging sounds, coughing, hands on neck, excess saliva and then the expelling of food into the trash can with the occasional vomiting. He puts on quite a production with an over-the-top performance. *Seth now dislikes peas.
His noises have continued but have been less pronounced with his daily food intake except when a new totally awesome food/ingredient hits his palate. Watch out and grab your ear plugs.
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| Pop-pop Mark passing the "noisy eater" gene down to Seth. This was taken back in the day in Manteo, NC |
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