adventures in eating

My kids are pretty decent eaters.
Youngest can be picky but, now that he's old enough to cook for himself, it doesn't bother us.
Middle eats very little, even when he's hungry, but he has a good palate.
Neither of them can hold a candle to Oldest.
As is his personality, Oldest is a passionate eater - and always has been.
I have photos of him with sushi at two years old and chili at one.
He will try any kind of food anywhere and especially likes ethnic cuisines.
When he lived in the city he ate food from street vendors which I would never consider and frequented shops where no one spoke english.
Back here in Tuvalu he is fond of the food in little local bodegas and has been missing his favorite Jamaican beef patties and coco bread.

But the other day K and I found these:



And, while I'm not lining up to try one, they smell fantastic whilst cooking in the oven.



The ingredients list isn't too frightening - although I am ignoring what kind of "beef" is in them.
And who could resist the copy on the box?
It mentions my pocketbook and SERVING OCCASIONS.



The tasty filling!
The golden dough!

And though I have a prejudice against anything with the word style in its name, Oldest proclaimed them pretty close to the real thing.