What a difference a year makes - well, an academic year at least. The offspring is home for the summer, his first year of university complete: exams finished. I collected him from uni last night.
This evening, he asked what was for tea. I said I was making a basic bolognese sauce to have with some pasta. The offspring announced he was looking forward to it. This from the boy who wouldn't eat mince, disliked cooked tomatoes unless it was as part of a pizza... hated peppers...
So as I get ready to put some pasta in the pan he says, "What, no spaghetti?" This from the boy who would eat pasta of any shape *except* spaghetti, as he didn't like the taste of spaghetti...
So we had spag-bol and he *devoured* his portion.
Then he said, "What's for dessert, mum?"
I told him I hadn't mad eone.
"Would you mind if I made one, Mum?"
Err... no son *pick me up off the floor*
The offspring then proceeded to make a rather tasty peach crumble.
Sometimes when they live away from home for a while, it really does them good! I love having him home, I love him to bits, but it's also been great to see him thoroughly enjoy living away from home in hall of residence, gaining independence, making some good friends, *growing up properly*