Adult Food vs. Kid Food

I once heard a dietician speak about childhood obesity. One way to combat it is to re-think our mannerisms and habits that deal with food. For example, do you have food in your household that you don't allow your kids to eat because it is too unhealthy, but you as an adult eat it?  Maybe candy or treats stashed for the adults. Or carbonated/sugary or alcoholic drinks? If our kids (babies not included) can't have some or can't have more, adults probably shouldn't have it either. That kind of thinking can help alleviate some of the psychological connections to food and our eating habits.

Anyway, that memory came to me after these next thoughts, and is kind of unrelated, but interesting.

I thought to myself today while eating this pita stuffed with yum-ness: "This is totally adult food."

Feta cheese, red onion, cucumbers, radishes, tomatoes, green pepper, & cilantro with oil/vinegar dressing.

Winston wouldn't even try any of it (and he usually tries things). And that got me thinking about how there are certain foods that I, as an adult, would now call "kid food." Things that as a child or teenager I loved but now have no desire to eat. You know, things like tapico fruit drink or caprisuns. Spaghetti-O's. Cotton candy. Hot dogs. Frozen orange juice concentrate (there's a story to this one...). The little "fake" cheese slices individually wrapped. Jawbreakers and some other types of candy.

I never would have tasted this pita-filling as a tween. Well, maybe. But I'm sure I would have pitched a fit about it. Just hand me my mac & cheese, thank you very much (actually, I still love mac & cheese). And now, as an adult, I notice there are certain "adult" foods, like dark chocolate. Nuts. Sourdough and artisan breads. Cheeses beyond cheddar or jack. What are some more you would (or wouldn't) consider?

And then, of course, there are the classics that don't discriminate against age. Popcorn. Brownies. Peanut butter. Ice cream. Fresh fruit. Potatoes. Snickers bar or M&Ms.

Speaking of which, I think I may have an addiction to Pretzel M&Ms. I snatched a few bags from the Target Christmas Clearance and my hand goes on auto pilot (I can't seem to stop it) to the bag every time I open the pantry. Good thing Sam doesn't care for them, so I can eat them all  so they will last longer.