It's such a strange thing. Cannon is a terrific eater - the kid will eat two slices of chard tart at a sitting and pretty much anything else we offer him. Kale jambalaya was a big hit. Tacos. Enchiladas. Most meats, even if a little spicy. Fruit is a huge favorite, and he'll eat some veggies. But sometimes, like most kids, he's just not in the mood. This seems particularly true when we eat out. I have found, however, that if you dip his food in ketchup, he will gobble it up. If he even sees the bottle on the table, all bets are off unless his food is dipped in it. French fries? He doesn't eat them. He merely uses them as a ketchup delivery device. He'll double and triple dip them, sucking the red goop off, until the fry begins to fall apart. Then he starts all over with another one. Just this very evening he was refusing his dinner until I broke out the sauce. I suppose it isn't such a far cry from salsa to ketchup, but I can't get terribly excited about chicken quesadillas with ketchup.
I was a ketchup eater as a kid. Not like this, I don't think. But I would eat bologna and ketchup sandwiches almost every day for lunch. I still eat it on my fries, and on most ketchup-appropriate foods. Even so, I don't understand the attraction. Rowan is also a fan, though like me he pretty much limits it to burgers, hot dogs, and fries. Kemper won't touch it with a ten foot pole. If there is one speck of red on his food (if, for example, he wants the last few bites that Rowan didn't eat), he won't eat it at all. Even if you remove the offending morsel. Once contaminated, always contaminated, I guess.