Strange But True (and I Predict My Comeuppance)
Cut into small, bite-sized pieces. Lightly steam. Deposit on tray.
My kid loves broccoli. Other available choices within arm’s reach include cherries, grapes, mango and avocado. Avocado! She ignores all that and shovels the broccoli into her mouth as fast as I can get it in front of her.
I should know better than this. There’s that magical voodoo charged with restoring order to the universe that comes out of the shadows and kicks your ass every time it gets too big for your britches. And boasting that my kid will eat anything means my ass is just itchin’ for a kickin’.
But I still can’t help it. Broccoli! Take THAT George H. W. Bush.
I will file this feeling away, and remember it when I’m reduced to short-order-cook status for a toddler who refuses everything I put in front of her. Remember when she would eat broccoli? And I had to go and open my stupid mouth?
Wow, I never even thought to give Henry broccoli. So far he’ll eat everything we give him, but he has his favorites. He loves him some cheese. And black beans, when we feel brave enough to face the clean-up afterward.
Comment by New Mama — July 27, 2006 @ 8:42 am
My Kaia loves broccoli too! It’s one of the few “Greens” I can get her to eat. I sneak spinach into her eggs, her bean/cheese burrito wraps, etc.
Comment by Leigh — July 28, 2006 @ 11:41 am