I can’t help but wonder, since when did my kitchen become a made-to-order restaurant? We got home late from church yesterday, so I wanted to fix something quick and easy. Little guy asked for a cheese sandwich, which seemed easy enough until he came in with the instructions for preparing it! I asked, “bread or croissant”? He answered, “bread…toasted…2 slices, 4 slices of cheese…cut into 4 squares, with 1 piece of cheese in each square….and butter on both sides of the toast”. When I gave it to him, he checked to make sure I had remembered to butter both slices of toast. I felt like I was feeding Sheldon Cooper on The Big Bang Theory, which is one of my favourite TV shows. I looked up the exact conversation to help make my point…
Sheldon: Did you remember to ask for the chicken with broccoli to be diced not shredded?
Sheldon: Even though the menu description specifies shredded?
Sheldon: Brown rice, not white?
Sheldon: Did you stop at the Korean grocery and get the good hot mustard?
Sheldon: Did you pick up the low sodium soy sauce from the market?
Sheldon: Thank you.
Leonard: You’re welcome.
Sheldon: What took you so long?
Leonard: Just sit down and eat.
Sheldon: Fine. (Opens carton. Shows it to Leonard in disgust.)
Leonard: Alright, it’s shredded, what do you want me to do?
Sheldon: I want you to check before you accept the order.
I don’t mind making little guy’s sandwich “to order”, but when I was a kid, I ate what was put in front of me, without question (well…not too many questions. I do remember negotiating over liver). Of course I was given options, but I don’t remember my palette ever being quite so specific! Maybe I just didn’t know what I liked…I know what I didn’t like. Steak that had the same texture as shoe leather, chunky potatoes (little guy will only eat potatoes that are cut in chunks), and liver!
Perhaps I have done my kids a disservice by not feeding them certain foods? After all, we are blessed to have so many choices in foods to try – sweet fruits, exotic spices and so on. I have never taken little guy to pick strawberries so he’d know how much better they taste when they’re warmed by the sun (and a little gritty – a little dirt never hurt). On the other hand, I have probably also done them a great service by not feeding them certain foods (at least in my opinion). Foods like liver or fiddleheads! Especially with my cooking…my steak has the texture of shoe leather too. One of these days I’ll figure out how to cook the perfect steak – I just hope it’s before I have to grind it in the food processor because I can no longer chew solid food! As for my kitchen, it’s closed for the night!