Piper is once again on a stand off with the leftovers. She would prefer every meal made from scratch and hot out of the pan just for her. Who wouldn’t? I get it. But who has time for that? I cook homemade meals 3-4 times per week. My partner cooks dinner twice a week on my teaching days because I get home late. We try to double the recipes so that there are leftovers and plenty for packed lunches. We do what we can.
Piper appreciates her food. She LOVES to eat. Sissy couldn’t care less about food. She HATES to eat. This is how I know that when it comes to meal time, it’s nature and not nurture. They’ve both been raised on a mostly healthy eat at home vegetarian diet, and they both turned out with completely different tastes and habits. Sissy would prefer seaweed and oranges as an after school snack. Piper wants a fried piece of cheese, please. I’m sure there are plenty of things I’ve screwed up for both of them, but I can’t take any credit or blame for their food intake preferences.
Still, Piper peruses our offerings with a close eye. “Is that kalamata olive bread fresh?” Piper asked this week when I offered it to her with homemade soup. I’d even slathered on some butter to moisten it a bit. “I will eat today’s bread or yesterday’s bread but nothing older than that.” Food snob, right? I was immediately transformed into my own mother and gave Piper the starving kids in Africa lecture. It wasn’t pretty.
Last night dinner was running late so I offered guacamole as an appetizer. Piper loves guacamole. She peered into the bowl. “Hmm. That looks a few hours old, Mom. Is it fresh? I mean, really fresh?”
I’ll take that as my cue that Ms. Fresh is indeed ready to join me in the kitchen. Here’s to hoping Chef Piper will soon be at my service.
I have no witty reply except, that girl knows her freshness. Perhaps a taster on Top Chef would be her next gig?
Wouldn’t she be a riot? She’d demand glitter on her plate, though. More is always more.
Piper is such a discerning child–I like that in a young ‘un
Discerning, yes. It will serve her well in the long run, I’m sure. It’s not so great in my kitchen in the short term. Tough crowd!
my youngest son is the pickiest of eaters–he is 21 and has just started eating salad!
Sissy loves a good salad but only if it’s “naked,” meaning without dressing. That’s the best part! I do think they grow into their taste buds.
She is tough!
I know! She can even sniff out fresh lime in the guacamole vs. the bottled lime juice. Geez.
Maybe, she is going to be a food critic.
Absolutely! If she expects it that fresh every time, she should understand the work that goes into catering to those demands. 🙂
Exactly. You get me. Today I’m teaching her the first lesson every great cook must know: how to do dishes. Bliss.