Cheese and Mustard Love

The other evening I was having a late relaxing chat with our Superhero Lisa Borden, about throat punching, neurotic parents, people who still drink out of plastic, and poisonous cupcakes, when she happened to drop in the little fact that she had just finished helping her son write a poem about cheese. Ryan, a sweet as can be 10 year old boy, who was raised by the bully-cycling, envirothusiastic self-proclaimed bossy pants Lisa Borden, chooses to write poems on cheese, spends his allowance on mustard and is obsessed with chocosol. Now, I am no parent, and hope not to be any time soon (hoping this combo of methods ensures that), but I still stand by my claim that if we raise kids on great food, connecting with the people who grow their food, and give them the freedom to grow some and cook some themselves, they will have one awesome relationship with the goods they need to actually fuel their bestest development.