So if I share my sushi breakfast with my daughter, am I a good mother or a bad mother?
California rolls with wasabi was, evidently, a great success, if a tad on the hot side (rapidly shakes head with mouth open). But the pickled ginger was da bomb.
So if I share my sushi breakfast with my daughter, am I a good mother or a bad mother? California rolls with wasabi was, evidently, a great success, if a…
So if I share my sushi breakfast with my daughter, am I a good mother or a bad mother?
California rolls with wasabi was, evidently, a great success, if a tad on the hot side (rapidly shakes head with mouth open). But the pickled ginger was da bomb.
Personaly, my vote goes for good mother. Then again, I think Sushi is mana from the gods. 🙂 Pickled ginger is icky though.
More wasabi is a good thing too. Real wasabi is the best thing ever.
My vote also goes to the good column.
Kids are utterly open–why limit them at a time when they’re ripe for all sorts of new experiences?
Besides, that old wive’s tale that fish be brain food turns out to be true. (Those Omega 3 fatty acids, eh.)
Katherine has been on an eclectic diet since Day 1. When Margie takes her to the office and they go out to lunch with the gang, she’s right there with them eating Tandoori and spicy Mexican (she’ll drink salsa right out of the bowl if you let her).
I read an article once speculating that children who are breast fed tend to have broader palates and food preferences, since the character of mom’s milk changes based on food she’s eaten. Given Margie’s love of interesting foods, I’m sure every day was like a smorgasbord for Kitten. (On the other hand, this lets me blame my own food finnickyness on being a bottle baby.)
We’ve encouraged Katherine in eating interesting stuff as much as we can, so it’s not surprising she enjoys pickled ginger and California rolls. She is, indeed, her mother’s daughter.
My vote is for Good. Especially if she had a few extra pumpkin muffins to finsh the breakfast off.