When we were on our vacation a few weeks back, we went to a restaurant that had breakfast all day. As the boys were eating pancakes, I had what the menu called French Dip, a roast beef sandwich with Au Jus.<\/p>\n
“What’s that?” my youngest son asked as I was dipping.<\/p>\n
“Blood.” I took a bite, tipping my mouth to keep it from running down my chin.<\/p>\n
He \u00a0looked at me, horrified. \u00a0“Na-ah!”<\/p>\n
“Try it,” I said around my mouthful. “Dip a piece of pancake.”<\/p>\n
“No way!”<\/p>\n
“I will!” His older brother said. He dipped a pancake piece and stuck it in his mouth. After a moment of shock, he smiled. “Mm-mm!” he said. “It’s delicious.”<\/p>\n
My youngest son watched him carefully. “You’re joking. You don’t really like it.”<\/p>\n
“Yes, I do. It’s – ” he forced himself to swallow. “Delicious.”<\/p>\n
“Just try a little,” I said. “Just a little piece of pancake with a little Au Jus. You might like it!”<\/p>\n
Eyeing me suspiciously, he dipped a piece of pancake in, then popped it in his mouth.<\/p>\n
“Uck!”\u00a0His eyes bulged as the flavor hit his tongue, and his cheeks puffed out.<\/p>\n
His brother burst out laughing. “I got you! I so got you!”<\/p>\n
“It’s a little spicy,” I said.<\/p>\n
“It’s horrible!”<\/p>\n
“Oh, come on. You mean you don’t like spiced blood?”<\/p>\n
“I’m gonna be sick!”<\/p>\n
“It’s better on a sand-”<\/p>\n
Too late. He shoved past me and ran to the bathroom to spit it out.<\/p>\n
Oh well. Who knew blood was an acquired taste?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Just what is Au Jus, anyway? I’m probably better off not knowing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[123,122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2005","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-cute","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-wl","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2005","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2005"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2005\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2005"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2005"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2005"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}