City baby

We seem to be raising a little gourmet.


Yesterday Kiddo ate sushi and Greek yogurt for lunch, then gravlax and carrot ginger soup for dinner. She loves cocktail olives, purple onions, goats' milk, and gorgonzola cheese. She positions herself in front of the refrigerator so she can select her favorite foods when I open the door, and she's quite opinionated about her choices.



This is the offspring of two midwestern-reared adults who grew up eating Jello salad, grilled chicken, hamburgers. La Choy chow mein was exotic ethnic food to us, back in the olden days.

We've obviously expanded our palettes, as has much of the population, it seems. And I think it would be fun to grow up eating foods from a variety of cultures and backgrounds, so I try to feed her a diverse, healthy selection. But the fact that she's actually selecting these foods for herself surprises me: she prefers goat cheese over cheddar, gravlax over chicken, sushi over sandwiches. I don't know whether I would have been making those same choices as a child. I wonder what's next on her plate?

Last night, after she went to bed, I sewed her a little pocket with a ribbon strap. I thought she might enjoy having a place to keep her little treasures. You know: pick up a stick and put it in your pocket, that sort of thing. We discovered later this afternoon that it works better when worn across her chest like a messenger bag, but she's not really putting anything into it. So much for that toy. Instead, the current fascination is to find garbage on the sidewalks and throw it into the nearest trash can.


She looks so proud of herself, doesn't she?