Distracted by the challenge of becoming the birth coach for my daughter's second child, developing www.CharmainesMusePallet.wordpress.com, and my obsessive reporting about our environment at www.Neptune911.wordpress.com, has led Queen Six-Oh-Dear author astray.
I'm half-way into that Six-Oh-Dear thing, and filled with more creativity and enthusiasm ever. Thank God!
Why thank God? Presently, after a successful night of birth coaching, I'm the chief cook for the daughter's family--which includes the biggest, pickiest, most blunt food critic of all times--Quinlan.
Planet Quinlan, as he is best described, will soon be two. With four planets in Leo, including his Sun, he knows what he wants and doesn't want. Food included.
A BFF recently noted that she doesn't invite me to dinner because I'm too intimidating. I'm a decent cook but unaware that my skills are intimidating. I know if I invite folks for a dinner party, the table is full. No complaints.
An then there is the Planet. Hankering for some enchiladas, I made a chicken enchilada that had no spicy stuff in it...and lots of cheese. The Planet took a bite, pulled the chicken and corn tortilla from his mouth, announced, "Yucky! Trash," as he handed the slightly chewed mess to his father. He makes a high end food critic seem timid.
Finally, after a week of inventing toddler food that we adults could eat with pleasure, I tossed a bowl of yucky veggies into the food processor, mixed it with ground sirloin and a dab of salt and ketchup, baked, prayed and served. Voila! We have a winner. "Yum! More!" announced my worst food critic.
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This makes sense to a kid, don't separate the food, mix it together and they love it ! When Emily was going thru chemo I became the most inventive baby/toddler chef around and came up with the same recipe you used on Planet Quinlan, it worked like a charm but it was homemade soup with all kinds of delicious hidden veggies, although a big hit then, now I don't dream of serving it, she's 15 after all and well that should explain it!!
Teri Romero
Char, I would not say you are a descent cook. How about superior with tendencies toward greatness. Yep! I've sat at your table too many times with gourmand's tastebuds not to know.
Who the H___ is BFF.
Best Friend___? I'm not too savy in the current texting jargon. Help me grow older gracefully!
Noreen
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