we were at msac earlier.
young d and i are watching his 2 sisters in their swimming lesson.
young d asks me: what's for dinner tonight?
me: guess
young d [eye's lighting up]: pizza!
me: nope
young d [eye's still afire]: lasagne!
me [eye's getting twitchy]: no
young d: [still hopeful]: tacos!
me: no! i'll tell you... COUS-COUS!!!! [voice is very excited, kind of like "wow wouldn't that be the best thing ever that you would like to eat?]"
young d: oh.
and note he says this not as "oh" as in simple disappointment; he also adds a twist of comedy to it, making it a comedic "oh", and that makes it worse than just a disappointed "oh".
[someone once told me ages ago, oh alright it was my ex-husband, that when he was less than complimentary about the food i cooked, i shouldn't take it personally.]
NOT TAKE IT PERSONALLY?
how can a woman, who has cooked for her loved ones, and then had a nose turn up or similar, not take it personally?
i am sure i represent all women and/or cooks when i say this.
[insert little vignette here, now we are back home]
princess just came in the room: ooh, something smells nice, what's for dinner...
me: COUS COUS!!
[pause]
me: WITH CHICKEN!!!!!
princess: yum!
me: and i left the carcass out there for you to strip
[princess makes sound of ravenous beast, flaps her arms, and runs to the kitchen. there are now the sounds of feasting from that direction, like some sort of stephen king monster.]
you can't please everyone, all of the time. this i know to be true.
i am glad my daughter shares my genes; the love of stripping a chicken carcass, neck and all. it's passed down the female side in my family.
Tuesday, 12 February 2008
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Hee hee! I do that too (the over-excited voice in order to engender excitement).
Luckily for me cous cous is one of Grizzlewick's favourite foods. On the other hand, he doesn't eat pasta. What kind of child does not eat pasta, I ask you!
And it's always personal. Always. I take it personally that Mr Fix does not like cous cous or fetta cheese, even though these are dislikes that predate me by some twenty years.
What kind of child does not eat pasta? Well, one of my two, for starters. Then again, Bundle also refuses pretty well everything except grapes, muesli bars, chicken nuggets, bread and tortillas, and no amount of engendering excitement through vocal pyrotechnics seems to help.
I don't think the refusal to eat meat is a matter of principle, though. Last time we dropped into Babyco, Bundle found a plastic duck and annouce "Oh, I think I'll cook this for dinner" and promptly stuck it in the boot of a toy car, drove it to the nearest cubby house and placed it on the toy stove.
Now I just need to get him to show the same enthusiasm for ACTUAL FOOD.
Yeah - I take it personally too. I always felt a bit guilty when I got all pouty over my folks' cooking ...
Then my wife-to-be turned up and showed me how delicious vegies actually are if you cover them in olive oil, lemon juice, (cooked) tomato sauces, etc. Gotta love an Italian upbringing ...
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