That's why Godson scratches his head when I ask what he wants to eat for lunch.
On Monday we had grilled tuna and swiss with pickles, olives and roasted tomatoes on whole wheat for breakfast. He's cool with that, and since getting food into him is usually the most difficult part of our day together, I'm happy to have him eat-- anything that's not candy.
So today, when the question of lunch was presented he thought long and hard before he asked for mussels in garlic sauce from his favorite Chinese restaurant. Yes, the kid who eats like bird, has no problem with more "exotic" fare. In fact, he actually prefers it.
Godson's Mom is a gourmet cook-- And I means a seriously good gourmet cook. She made his baby food from scratch and as he grew into table food he started with homegrown vegetable casseroles and fresh baked breads. By the time he started kindergarten the teachers wanted to swap his wild mushroom risotto, fresh pesto rigatoni, or miso-glazed sea bass for their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Godson was having none of that. He stuck with his own lunch but would occasionally share the tiny yellow grape tomatoes he'd pick from their garden on his way to school.
Over the years he's fine-tuned his food preferences but even though he loves food, he eats it in small quantities-- until he doesn't-- and then you'd think he had a wooden leg because he's packing so much away.
We're getting ready to fly to Ohio in about a week and amongst the things we're packing are his favorite recipes so he can cook for my niece - Queen M and her Groom when we visit the Little Miss, who at five weeks old weighed in at the doc's today at a whopping 7 pounds 5 ounces! (She was born 4 pounds 11 ounces so this is great progress.)
Godson's will make the happy couple, who happen to be two of his favorite people, his famous meatloaf, Greek salad, roasted brussel sprouts and for dessert an oven baked s'mores concoction that is to die for.
But for lunch today-- Garlic Mussels! Even I won't eat those, so I know when he orders them it will give the waiter pause. He'll look over at me for approval before he writes the order on his note pad. Then once the mussels are delivered, the waiter will keep an eye out to see if he eats them.
It's happened before, I'm sure. A kid orders something other than sweet and sour chicken-- and it's usually expensive. When the food is delivered the kid turns his nose up at it and the food battle between parent and kid unravels. But in our case, my money's on the kid and the waiters are always shocked and pointing him out to the rest of the staff.
Whatever works for him works for me.
What's your favorite meal?
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