Samantha has always been a good eater. I really don’t have a reference for this, but she always eats what we eat, so I figure that’s pretty good.
She loves peas or beans. To be even more specific, butter peas are her favorite. I never knew what these were until I married Brian, so go figure. I have always hated peas (and most beans). I know that her Papa’s favorite is butter peas, so it’s no surprise where she gets this taste from. It astounds me though when she asks for more at dinner, which happened tonight. More peas? Who would eat more than the required amount? Silly girl.
Oh and edamame is pretty high on the list too. I can’t shell them fast enough to keep up with her eating them.
EDIT (from Brian): We can’t shell them fast enough…