Chris is about the least pickiest eater I know. When we first met, I was constantly trying to come up with foods he didn't like. It seems I was out of luck, except for--peanut butter. I'm a pretty regular peanut butter eater, myself. Chris claimed he didn't dislike peanut butter--he just never chose to ate it. Well, in my book, that means you don't like it.

Years pass. I kept pestering him to eat some peanut butter, to prove he doesn't dislike it. But he always brushed it off.

Until last Saturday! During lunch, totally out of the blue, he brings the jar of peanut butter to the table, spreads some on a piece of Country French bread, and EATS IT! It was a truly momentous occasion.