Son #2: "Do we have any carrots I could munch on?"
Hubby opens door and hands him a bag of carrots (which have been in the produce drawer for some time now).
Son #2: "EEWWW - those are nasty. They burn my tongue. I want the carrots from our garden.
Hubby retrieves a lone garden carrot from the produce drawer, hands it to his progeny and returns the three reject carrots to the produce drawer.
Son #2: "Yeah - that's what I wanted."
Yes folks, my sons are now food snobs who turn up their noses at store-bought carrots, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, and lettuce. They can easily tell firm, yet succulent grass fed beef and free-range chickens from their pale spongy counterparts.
P.S. Store-bought carrots really do burn your tongue.