The finicky tastes didn't just stop with food. I also refused to drink milk. My poor Mama persisted and battled, but to no avail. Wouldn't drink the stuff. Still don't for that matter. This I have always attributed to the doctor's advice for my parents all those years ago. They recommended I be given carnation milk (evaporated milk) as a substitute. Rather sweet kind of substitute for a one year old baby, to my way of thinking. Could explain my penchant for all things sugary. But I know it explains my love of carnation flowers. Those crinkly, soft petals and delicious scent remind me of the carnation milk tin, every time.
Pretty pot of creamy carnations, bought for me, by Mama,
last week... just because.