Friday, March 28, 2008
Green Beans With A Dash Of Rock-My-World
Remember this post? Well, it seems our little princess found another "undesireable" in her breakfast this morning.
This is what I heard while I was sweeping the kitchen floor:
"Oh, no! Mama! There's erbins in my green beans!"
If nary a part of that sentence makes sense to you, let me clarify. At least the part I know. Yes, Sophie often eats green beans for breakfast. As well as a variety of other tasty, non-breakfasty items: cheese, corn, lettuce. Bagel Bites. Sometimes a plateful of peaches with Ranch dressing, or a sliced tomato with ketchup on it. A cracker dipped in mustard. A yogurt raisin dipped in mayonaise. (The girl is Queen of Condiments.) Basically whatever she'll eat, if it has even the teeniest speck of nutritional value, it's fine with me. Go for it! You swallow it, I'll serve it. Breakfast, or whenever.
It's safe to say, normal, her food choices are usually not. ...But "erbins"? That was a new one, even for me. I went to investigate.
"Sophie, what is in your green beans?"
She pointed, with a look of sheer horror, "ERBINS!"
I looked. I didn't see a thing. "Sophie. What, pray tell, is an erbin?"
(Fidget, furrowed brow.) Now she was getting antsy, and a little testy. I mean, if Mama doesn't know what it is, how can she fix it?
"Maaa maa! Right here. See this thing? And that, and that?"
Zeroing in on her little pointy finger, I saw the culprit.
A speck. Multiple specks.
For as long as, well...forever, I have been making green beans with a dash of Italian dressing in them for an added zesty kick. Whenever Sophie has ever eaten green beans, made by me, they have always been the same. Always. A sprinkle of salt, a shot of Wishbone Italian. A minute in the microwave. ...Voila!
However, it seems that during the last trek to the grocery store, her father got "Robusto Italian" - the herbier version of the original. And herbs, especially extra herbs are apparently not only not extra special, they are intolerable. Wipe-off-worthy, in fact. Certainly not a selling point, as the label would have you believe.
"Mommy, can you please take the erbins off?"
Seriously? Take. them. off. The herbs.
"Sophie, you have to be kidding. Why?"
"Because it looks like grass and dirt and stuff."
SeRENity now. Child.
(Sigh.) Three year olds. They are, indeed, a special breed of opinionated.
I tried to convince her that the minced pimentos were just like tiny tomatoes (her favorite), but she clearly wasn't buying it. When she told me her stomach felt funny and she started making "the face" (the I'm-Gonna-Blow-Chunks Face), I thought, "Okay! Enough. I get it." So there I was at the sink (oh, yes!)...washing erbins off of each individual green bean. Then laying them gently on a paper towel to dry.
It did the trick. Presto! Herb-free happiness restored. Green beans once again yummily going down the chute.
That's me, I'm a Fixer.
A Fixer with quite the glamorous life.