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Yesterday, I attempted to make falafel for dinner. Except I over processed the poor chickpeas, so it was more like falatkes. If I'd realized this earlier, I would have totally altered the recipe to make falafel waffles instead. I'm sure that's possible, and I'm sure it'd totally rock.
Anyway, the kids loved the falafel last night. They loved the boughten hummus. Love, love, love.
Today, I made more falafels, but I didn't overprocess the chickpeas. And the kids loved the falafel, and they loved the home-made hummus.
We went to the museum. I bring out for lunch - falafel! And hummus! And baba ganoush, and pita, and toppings - tomatoes, red lettuce (this was a wonderful head of lettuce, all crisp and all), scallions.
They took one look at the falafel and declared it tasted weird, ditto for the hummus. They'd only eat their pita.
Grrrrr.
Well, I've spoken to Ana about how sometimes, we don't like foods, but when we eat them enough, we start to like them. This has been a big topic lately - we talk about foods I started liking spontaneously after childhood (eggs), and foods I taught myself to like (eggplant, green pepper), and that even grownups have foods they don't like. And I encourage her to try foods, even if she knows she doesn't like them, to see if she changed her mind.
Ana doesn't like "salad" (that is, lettuce). Won't touch the stuff. So at lunch, I asked her to try her falafel (didn't like it) and her hummus (didn't like it) and then let her eat just her pita and some tomatoes.
And she spontaneously decided she'd try a bite of lettuce. Well! I wasn't going to pass that up, so I handed her a leaf - and you know where I'm going.
You know, on the bus, some people feed their young children bags of potato chips. Or cheetoes. Or candy.
It's easy to judge them, it is, but I'm sure I was quite a sight as we rode home, on that crowded bus, with me wordlessly handing Angelique her newly beloved snack - plain lettuce leaves.
Anyway, the kids loved the falafel last night. They loved the boughten hummus. Love, love, love.
Today, I made more falafels, but I didn't overprocess the chickpeas. And the kids loved the falafel, and they loved the home-made hummus.
We went to the museum. I bring out for lunch - falafel! And hummus! And baba ganoush, and pita, and toppings - tomatoes, red lettuce (this was a wonderful head of lettuce, all crisp and all), scallions.
They took one look at the falafel and declared it tasted weird, ditto for the hummus. They'd only eat their pita.
Grrrrr.
Well, I've spoken to Ana about how sometimes, we don't like foods, but when we eat them enough, we start to like them. This has been a big topic lately - we talk about foods I started liking spontaneously after childhood (eggs), and foods I taught myself to like (eggplant, green pepper), and that even grownups have foods they don't like. And I encourage her to try foods, even if she knows she doesn't like them, to see if she changed her mind.
Ana doesn't like "salad" (that is, lettuce). Won't touch the stuff. So at lunch, I asked her to try her falafel (didn't like it) and her hummus (didn't like it) and then let her eat just her pita and some tomatoes.
And she spontaneously decided she'd try a bite of lettuce. Well! I wasn't going to pass that up, so I handed her a leaf - and you know where I'm going.
You know, on the bus, some people feed their young children bags of potato chips. Or cheetoes. Or candy.
It's easy to judge them, it is, but I'm sure I was quite a sight as we rode home, on that crowded bus, with me wordlessly handing Angelique her newly beloved snack - plain lettuce leaves.
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Date: 2008-01-31 05:11 am (UTC)Happy birthday.
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Date: 2008-01-31 05:11 am (UTC)Happy birthday.