Last night for dinner, we had pork roast, asparagus, roasted garlic mashed potatoes, and garlic toast. (Somebody call Ripley’s – the woman cooked a meal!) It was some good eatin’, I tell ya. I can say that because the roast came from the Kroger Deli, the potatoes from a box, and the toast and asparagus from the freezer. Oh yeah, I got me some mad skillz in the kitchen. Fo’ shizzle.
I fixed plates for the kids, and Andrew took one look at his, and said “Why would anyone think an 11-year-old boy likes asparagus?” This was a hypothetical question, apparently, because he ate it without complaining. That, or he was starving. You just don’t know about those 11-yr-old boys.
Anyway, just for fun, I thought I’d revisit the Intriguing Question.
Several possible answers (wisecracks) come to mind:
a) I heard it tastes like boogers, and I wanted your opinion.
b) Well gee, son, I didn’t think you’d like it; I was hoping it would kill you.
c) It’s not asparagus. It’s green stuff I found growing in the back of the fridge.
Now I want to know what your response (snappy comeback) might have been. Get your smarty-pants on, and play along!