Mogzilla says:

Who in their right mind would bring peanut anything to a gathering of small children? Both of my kids’ (public) schools are nut free because of allergies. I find that far more objectionable than trying to introduce kids to lamb.

reliantrobin says:

When I was a kid I wasn’t catered to but was expected to eat what the grownups ate. Therefore I loved pb&j sandwiches just like the next kid, but I also loved tuna salad and carrot sticks, turkey breast on wheat bread, and whatever else I got for lunch. And I ate broccoli without any sauce on it because I actually liked the taste of broccoli.

Still, I was fed foods that were inexpensive and rather easy to make because my parents were real parents who worked real jobs, had to negotiate real household budgets, and really had to pay for their own food. There was no fake play job b.s. for them, nor were they paid exorbitant sums of money or were scions of Hollywood royalty who were raised in extreme wealth and luxury. Hell, my parents came from extreme poverty, none more so than my dad. We ate a lot of chicken, ground beef, and hot dogs because they were the most economical things to buy and consume.

I really wish 1%ers such as Giada (and Ina) could cross over and live life as a 99%er for a year. They’d be forced to shop at Walmart, skip the vacations because of a couple of home repairs that needed to be taken care of, drive a cheap(er) car, wear off-the-rack stuff from Sears for their “dress up” days, walk around in slip-on canvas shoes because they’re the most comfortable, eat out occasionally at fast food joints, fret over the skyrocketing cost of gas, slave at a regular job, have to do everything at home on their own (no off-camera nannies or housekeeping staff!), live in a small ranch-style home, and save up to go to the occasional movie. As much as I’m imagining Ina becoming suicidal over this, I’m thinking Giada would probably slit her wrists first. At least Ina remembers her grandparents as being considerably more humble people.