Everyone's a critic

Owen has given out some interesting food descriptions lately. He usually eats everything in front of him with exuberant gusto: "Mom, this is the best ever!" (He gets that from his dad.) But it's when he doesn't love his food that he waxes eloquent. 

Exhibit A: In reference to an under-ripe banana. "This banana tastes like fabric." I took a bite, and he's right.

Exhibit B: About the All-Beef hotdog from Costco. "This thing tastes like dog breath." He's right about that too, and I don't think I'll ever eat hotdogs the same way again.

Exhibit C: In reference to the new cracked pepper baked chips we decided to try. "These chips taste like dead birds." How he knows this, I don't want to know.

Carry on, O Dreadfully Poetic One. Just as long as you're not talking about dinner.