Out of the mouths of babes…

Like any self-respecting  Manhattan mom, I think my kid is a brilliant, articulate, sophisticated wunderkind.  Really, he is.  At least that’s what people tell me (or is that what I hear?), even if not in those words exactly.  

When it comes to food however,  the things he says have inspired this blog and the title, coming from the expression “out of the mouths of babes, oft time come gems.”  What goes into our mouths — and the words that come out of his (mostly) —  form the content. 

My son Luc, an avid  follower of chefs — Top, Iron and the celeb variety with whom my work at Unilever brings him into contact (Cora, DiSpirito and Flay to name a few) — and fancies himself as the judge on those TV juries as well.  Whether he’s a budding chef, restaurant critic, musician (drums and piano) or surgeon (the response to the what-do-you-want-be-when-you-grow-up question), at nine it’s hard to know.  What I do know is what a joy it is to cook, share, discuss,  taste and discover food with him.   And through The Mouths, hopefully so will you. 

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