Monday 2nd May 2011
“What have we got for dinner tonight?”
My son, Zephy is scavenging for titbits.
“Fennel.” I say scattering black olives over the top.
“Mmmmm, we liked fennel, didn’t we?” He replies picking black olives off the top.
“Try one of these.” I say.
“What is it?”
“What do you think it is?”
“Olive.” He poses.
“It’s a caper.” I tell him.
He picks it out and pops it in his mouth. Judging from his wincing face it wasn’t what he was expecting.
“Can I have some of that?” He says yanking on a piece of raw fennel.
“Wait, I’ll cut a bit off for you.” I say chopping him off a stem of fennel.
He ravenously grabs it and gobbles it down with it even touching the sides.
I love it when he takes this much interest in what we are going to eat. It was probably because he was hungry but something caught his eye and made him get involved. It’s all good for me, I’ll take it anyway I get it.