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Celebrating the little things
Mar 30th, 2006

We've had two minor victories in the food vs. child battles at our house. Very minor. But still, worth mentioning. I wrote a week or so ago that I was going to try to introduce the notion of a sauce to Jay and Ian lest I lose what's left of my mind at the prospect of eating another plain chicken breast.

Well we still don't have sauce, but we have achieved (drum roll please...) marinade! I figured that since salt and sugar are two of their very favorite things, they might be down with the teriyaki concept. So I marinated some breast tenders in soy sauce, brown sugar, and canola oil and then threaded the chicken on skewers and grill/baked in a 500 oven. Chicken on a stick! Sort of teriyaki for beginners! They ate it! This event requires many, many exclamation points!!

And then earlier this week Jay was eating a well balanced dinner of mashed potatoes, black beans, and tortilla chips. All well separated on the dinner plate of course so as not to subject us all to the horror that is 'food-that-touches'. Aack! But then something strange happened - of his own accord Jay decided to try some black beans (gasp) on a tortilla chip. He looked at us in wonder, "that's delicious" he said, so proud at having invented such a wild food pairing. Then things got truly surreal and he decided to try some mashed potatoes on the chips with the beans - and then I had to tell him about a truly terrifying chapter in his father's culinary history: the potato burrito. The potato burrito involved mashed potatoes made from a box, tortillas, and Velveeta cheese. Let us speak of it no more.

So, one step forward one step back I guess. But still - marinade! and things eaten with other things! it's like there's a faint glimmer of something at the end of this tunnel. Not light necessarily, maybe just a very faint gloom, but I can sort of make it out.


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