Cousin pointed this out to me, a blog about a New York Times article by Michael Pollan on your food Do's and Dont's, inviting people to write in their own (sometimes bizarre) rules about food.
I'm sure I always had food rules, but they have certainly manifested themselves with kids around.
Like when it is 8:30 a.m. and they want a candy bar?
Or when they want their fourth bowl of cereal or sixth plate of spaghetti?
For me, food usually falls into one of two categories. It is either a) a means to an end: my stomach is yelling at me so I put something in there to quiet it down or I am wanting to go on a long bike ride and need energy or b) it is an event: Coffee over a book looking out a window, homemade blueberry pie on vacation, or a cheese-filled burger at the local Jucy-Lucy joint.