I’m a bit late jumping on the bandwagon about this NY Times story. So late in fact that the article has been moved to their archive. Essentially, the piece was about how people in New York with more money than sense are introducing their children to gourmet food. These people are stupid. Kristen of Gezellig Girl addresses the idiocy of it in a piece in the Accidental Hedonist.
Mama Squirrel and I are at a good place with Squirrelly, Jr. He’s twelve now. He’s old enough to be responsible and independent, but he’s young enough to still like us at least some of the time. I have personal experience with the three- to five-year-old crowd. I have seen the joy in those eyes upon discovering the gourmet adventure that is dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets. I like not being limited like that with Teh Boy and what he eats.
I’ve said it many times before. We are proud of Teh Boy because he is willing to try new foods and think about why he does or doesn’t like them. He has some things that he doesn’t like, but he also surprises us with some of the things that he does like. What Mama and I particularly love are the random foodie things he says. I finally have to start sharing these bits of thought that you would never expect to hear from a twelve-year-old. I am going to number his works starting with Edition 12, Opus 1. Edition 12 because he’s 12. These will be the fun ones. I figure by the time he’s fourteen, his quotes will be more along the lines of, “I hate you! I hope you choke on your petit four!”