Phoebe has a longstanding hatred for tuna. At the mere suggestion of tuna sandwiches she begins to moan and wail and vehemently refuse to eat anything containing the despised fish. It doesn't matter if we dress it up with celery and hard-boiled eggs or mustard and pickles. She doesn't care if we serve it on homemade bread, crackers, or pitas. She hates the stuff.
I made a half-batch of bread today and decided that tuna salad would compliment it nicely. I spent nap time chopping celery and boiling eggs. Phoebe, curious about my preparations, asked what we were having for dinner. "Tuna," I replied, somewhat apprehensively.
"No!" she wailed, "I haaaaate tuna!"
As we were setting the table and gathering last minute additions for the meal (pickles for Cooper and Sophie, carrots for everyone), I had the thought to grab the sliced cheddar I had splurged on and offer to serve dinner in tuna melt form. The kids were all interested in this new-fangled way of eating.
Peter, who loves regular tuna, did not care for the tuna melt.
Cooper just sort of picked at his food, but that may have had more to do with all the celery and soynut butter he ate before dinner.
And Phoebe? She loved it. She kept making happy sounds as she picked up her sandwich to take a bite.
Hooray for inspiration.
And for cheese.
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Win for Mom! But it's funny.... I don't know about you but I can't think about cheese anymore without thinking of Salt, Sugar, Fat. That part of the book definitely stuck in my brain. Stupid reading. ;-)
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