#the issue is while i'm a picky eater now i was horrifically picky as a kid and i also have a rather irregular memory

[zoanzon]

Deciding to start a small 'log of food experiments and written notes on what fruits/veggies I've actually eaten', because I keep doing things like forgetting if I like blueberries or tangerines or which colors of grapes I like and which I just tolerate. And then I tell someone this and they look at me aghast and make me eat fruit in front of them, whereas this way I can at least consult a list every six months and go 'oh yeah, should get that at the grocery store at least one a half-year' and be slightly better about healthy snacking/eating

[husbandomail-archive]

hi!! im so horrifically in love with your writing for ichiro (almost cried while reading one embarrassingly enough) and i was wondering if you could do Ichiro with a gf that’s a really picky eater? Like picky to the point where she won’t even touch vegetables cause she can’t handle the texture of them

it's not embarrassing to cry!! fics and stuff have made me react the same way more than once, I'm flustered my writing was able to evoke strong emotion like that dfgnmjhgfd. I hope this is okay!!

Ichiro doesn’t pay much mind to the first time he takes you out to dinner and you just push the vegetables around on your plate. He’s been there— something sounds fantastic on the menu, but the moment you’ve taken a bite, you change your mind. He can totally get that.

The second time, though— in the process of making lunch for his brothers, Ichiro had gladly thrown a lunch together for you as well, and he’s humming happily as he steps through the doors of your workplace. He loves surprising you like this, watching your face light up the moment you recognize him. At this point nobody argues when you take an unscheduled break.

“I thought you’d like this one,” Ichiro sounds incredibly proud as you open the carefully-packed bento box; everything inside is colorful and clearly prepared with love. That’s why— despite your smile and cheerful words of thanks— Ichiro notices immediately that you’re avoiding a few things, and he frowns. “Oh, did I guess wrong?”

Listen. Ichiro Yamada is an older brother. You might be embarrassed, or consider yourself inconvenient, but he’s quite literally not bothered at all— he raised Jiro and Saburo by himself, after all, so he’s seen practically everything by now. Ichiro is immediately apologetic that he’d made something you can’t eat, but he’s also equally determined to take care of you anyways.

You’re already a constant presence in the Yamada household, where every meal is a family event; it’s not exactly hard to work your preferences into the rotation, exactly like they’d done with Jiro and his weak spice tolerance. Plus, Ichiro is always looking for an excuse to get you into the kitchen with him anyways— whether you already know how to cook, or need him to teach you the ropes, he just thinks there’s something intimate about spending time in the kitchen together.

Now, while Ichiro is at least incredibly considerate of your tastes— he’ll admit he doesn’t entirely understand how things like sensory issues work, but you can’t control it and he knows that much— he does want to see if your list of safe foods can be expanded even the slightest bit. Food is an experience, after all, and he wants to share that with you. He’s polite about it, but at least once a week he’ll slip a tiny bite of something new onto your plate and expect you to take a bite. It’s fine if you end up not liking it— he also makes sure his own plate has a few things you can eat, so you’re always welcome to stretch out with your fork and snatch a few bites.