In baby pictures, my daughter is often scrunching up her face in repulsion as her mother or father holds a spoon to her mouth. For a long while, she ate only bananas, bread and cheese. But since the age of four, she has become a hearty and adventurous eater. She also likes to experiment with her food, and comes up with original concoctions, some good (bananas and ice cream, sprinkled with cinnamon), some not so good (like the milk-with-watermelon-juice that she “made” the other night). All this allows me to dream of another possible future for her – cookbook author!
On a trip the States a few years ago, we discovered that she loves peanut butter, and I’ve kept a jar on hand for her ever since. She hasn’t had it in awhile, but this morning at breakfast, when I presented her with a plate of toast with jam, she asked for peanut butter. Now, this kid has never been introduced to that quintessential American kid food, the peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, so I was amazed.
“Did you see this on TV?” I signed.
She shook her head.
“Did you imagine this?”
And did she like the sandwich?
Yes, she gobbled it up.