Cass is 'lergic to most vegetables. Or so he would have us think. Even baby carrots, oven roasted and glazed with brown sugar and butter rate an 'I ate some...but I didn't like them....'
while I gape at him, thinking sugar? brown sugar? and butter? Whose kid are you?
If it's not potatoes, C has his nose up faster than I can say 'Just try it!' Tomatoes, mushrooms, green beans, even corn....all on the no thanks, Mom list.
So salad seemed all kinds of wrong and I hesitated to even push it....but I love salad.
It's easy, and tasty, and you can put anything in there....
So we went to the grocery. Cass picked out the salad leaves (bag salad) and he chose romaine leaves, with slivers of carrot and purple cabbage. Rosey chose huge croûtons (sea salt and black pepper - hurrah for my spicy girl) and then helped me mix the salad once we got home, tossing in grape tomatoes and baby carrots, adding a quick dash of orange sesame dressing, fluffing it up with the big salad forks. I put a small amount on their plates (we were having pizza) and really didn't expect much.
Cass poked at it. 'Can I use the white dressing?'
Okay, but it already has an orange dressing on it, so go easy.
And he did, amazingly enough. He also ate the carrot and tomato I had sneakily put on his plate, without complaint. He actually ate all but a few naked leaves. R happily ate all on her plate and asked for more.
I checked. They weren't running fevers. Best not to make too much of this, I thought, so I just smiled and nodded and talked about my day, trying not to jump up and clap my hands with glee.
I haven't tried salad again, and I know there are no guarantees, but still - the other day?
The other day, they both ate salad.