We went to playgroup on Monday and Raegan enjoyed herself as always. We got to try an Exersaucer and she seemed to like it. We've considered getting her one and it's nice to be able to try out the more costly items before buying them. Raegan's palate is becoming a little more sophisticated as she seems to like sweet potatoes, bananas, and green beans. I was afraid I had a picky eater on my hands, but she's doing great. I was a very picky eater as a child and could still be considered picky, but I've branched out in recent years. I remember crying if something tasted bad. My parents didn't make me clean my plate, but I was expected to make a good effort. Instead of taking a few bites and getting it over with, I sat at the table and cried... at an age when I was too old to be crying over food. Kimberly, if you're reading this, I have to confess something. A few years ago, my sister-in-law made dinner for us and Ryan's parents. Earlier in the day I asked Ryan what we were having, as I always do when we are having dinner at someone's house. I need to know what I'm up against. When he said "salmon" I felt myself panic and tear up. I know it's ridiculous; I know it is! I knew I had to go and try it, but as an adult I realize that some of my childhood coping mechanisms are not appropriate at the dinner table: crying, gagging, immediately chasing the bite of food with water and then shivering. So I collected myself and tried the salmon. It was really good!! Then we started having salmon for dinner on a regular basis until Ryan said he needed a break from it. I can't believe I was a little disappointed to hear him say that, but maybe it's been long enough that we can have it again. (Ryan's note: I happened upon Dana's blog in draft form, and I'd like to clarify that I never wanted a break from salmon per se---only from the "'salmon' from a box" that we were eating once a week. It was dry and had a funny, decidedly non-fishy flavor. I suspect that the reason Dana was disappointed to hear me say that I wanted a break is that she enjoyed the noodles we always had with the "salmon," probably because they were good enough to mask the taste of the "fish." Upon taking her last bite of noodles and "salmon," Dana would always pass over her remaining "fish" for me to finish. I'd be happy to have real salmon back in the dinner rotation, but I shudder every time I think about reintroducing that particular salmon-flavored mystery meat to our diet.)
This is nonsense! He's completely exaggerating about the quality of the fish, but the part about the noodles is true. Yes, it's from a box and not fresh fish that I caught in my spare time or bought in the street market on my afternoon stroll about town, but it's still good. It's not dry; he was just having a hard day and was dehydrated the last time we had it. It took him over an hour to eat, so yeah, it was dry. Even though it's from a box and I just heat the oven and cook it, I feel a little insulted for some reason. He just blew his chances of being invited back as a guest blogger. I don't even remember what else I was going to write about, so I'll call it a day.
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