Per what ins?

My life consists of hunting down things that Henry decides he would like to try. Not that I mind really... I do, after all, have some say about things. So today I bought persimmons. We have actually bought these previously, although they were a different type. When we take the kids grocery shopping, our kids get to pick out their "one thing." It can be anything they want in the grocery store. This has always been the rule for us and amazingly, I don't think either kid has ever picked some awful cookie or twinkie type of thing. I guess we can take credit for that.... we just don't buy those type of things. Nora, nearly always picks out either Goldfish, or some type of Fruit Snackish jellied fruit thing. Henry always picks out some sort of exotic fruit or little known food item. This is in perfect keeping with the way his mind works. He is out to categorize, compartmentalize, and to the degree that he is capable, experience the entire world. He pours over books of rare animals. He collects any type of card (disregarding any sport card of course) available. And he is slowly conquering the entire culinary world. 

We are having friends over this Tuesday for a belated Thanksgiving meal, and Henry has requested Persimmon Pudding. Keep in mind, this is the old, English type of pudding... steamed. I am kind of excited for it myself, if it doesn't flop, or taste like what these persimmons look like: Tomoatoesque pudding does not peak my appetite. It is kind of fun being driven on these culinary adventures by Henry's curiosity. I know what dragon fruit tastes like, cactus pear, passion fruit, ugly fruit... my own horizons have broadened for having such a curious little guy. I guess that's the way it should be. I didn't have kids to raise little me's. God forbid. If nothing else, I have learned that having kids stretches you. If you don't have them, you can trust me on that fact. 

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