I am the lone holdout in a family of adventurous taste buds. As a “salt and pepper” picky eater, I am thankful that my family works hard to include me in meals. They get their desire for food adventure from Grandpa, who will try just about anything. Some of them have even caught their own grasshoppers to deep fry for snacks! They do, occasionally, come across something that they do not like. When that happens they have been taught to say, “That is not my favorite.” That phrase, calmly said, is so much better than the fuss and gagging that usually comes with food we do not like. They challenge me, as an adult, to do better in how I respond to such food surprises. What are you learning from your kids?