From our Los Angeles correspondent:
"I only wish I could have a dinner like this:
1. Pureed chicken/mango/risotto, 4 oz.
2. Happy Bellies multigrain cereal, one tablespoon, w/ milk
3. Two Cheerios
4. 1/4 egg yolk
5. A tiny sliver of mozzarella
6. One ounce of milk, to wash it all down
The sommelier hovered at her elbow throughout, dude. I want to be a baby for a week."
Am I crazy, or is this menu really, really specific? I mean, when Iain eats cereal, he eats it in measures like "handful." His bottles are Big Gulps. He eats enormous balls of mozzarella (hand-pulled by imported Italian cheese makers, of course). Instead of egg yolk quarters, Iain consumes whole chickens with the eggs still inside. [cue super-scary music!]
Also - Iain would love to eat mango again. He really liked it before, but I can't seem to find a mango here that isn't rotten inside. I don't expect miracles, but I do ask that my fruit not putrefy from the inside out (except persimmons, of course).
3 comments:
Dude, Our Tiny Lady (OTL) is a tiny lady. She's effing delicate and refined. She doesn't eat like some, like, boy.
I would also like to report that she thinks yam chunks are for hurling at her father. With all her might.
Nice, dude. And so, so ladylike.
Our son eats like a boy. Big time.
Um, Evie eats like a girl, too.
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