Scene: Kitchen - Izzy seated at table, me at the stove, getting ready to serve the pasta.
Izzy: I'm hungry. When's dinner?
Me: Soon. Why don't you clean up your papers from the table so we can sit down and eat?
Izzy: I am not a cleaner. I am an eater.
I chuckled at that response, thinking it to be quite clever but my grandfather thought otherwise. He said he thought Izzy was being fresh yet he couldn't suppress a chortle himself. And I had to think, "Fresh?" Nah..simply amusing.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).