Lucy and her brother were having a conversation about who was a pickier eater. Lucy is the hands-down clear winner here, but God love her, she was trying to convince us to the contrary with her assertions of being open-minded in all things food. Uh huh.
Lucy: I will eat, or try to eat, or at least maybe taste anything. Unless it looks gross, smells bad, or something’s on it that I just don’t like. Or, if it’s not edible.
Well, that certainly leaves her options open, doesn’t it. I have visions of Christmas Cow all over again as I think about what to make for dinner.
Lucyisms 