In a startling break from tradition, I have posted a marinade recipe over at Foodie Proclivities rather than some baked good or beverage. Even more alarming is what transpired at dinner last night:
elder lad: "Mom, tonight I'm going to try some of Dad's grilled chicken" (using the aforementioned marinade recipe).
And he did! *and* baked potato *and* some of the yellow "pinkheart" heirloom tomato my beloved brought in from the backyard.
By "some" I mean the teeniest little smidgen of a taste -- if you can really even call it that -- but the willingness to even attempt that still has me stupefied. This is after he tried (in a similar fashion) some fresh local corn off the cob the previous night!
Who is this child?
He *has* been saying that he'll try these things when he gets older, and he *has* been talking about being a bigger boy now that he's five. He's a lad of his word.
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