Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Rejected
Hey, how would you like an organic blueberry-banana smoothie, garnished with a fresh-picked strawberry, still warm from the fields? Because I have two, right here, that my children Are Not Drinking.
The little one, just woken from a nap and therefore in the state of mind I refer to as Everything You Do Is Wrong, screeched, “No strawberry! No strawberry! No moothie! Don’t want! Take it away! Away!”
“Why did you put the strawberry there?” was what the big one wanted to know. “For decoration,” I explained. He picked it up by the stem and examined it gingerly, as though it might explode, and remarked, “You forgot to cut the top off.” He briefly considered lobbing the offending berry into the smoothie glass, but reconsidered this action when I barked, “Don’t even think about it, mister!” Instead, he plunked it down on the table, took a couple of sips of the smoothie, and then forgot about it until he realized it could be used as a delaying tactic at bedtime. At which point he desired it passionately.
But, you know? It didn’t bother me. Even as I was pouring drinks and slicing strawberries and arranging everything just so, I knew that my kids probably wouldn’t give a rat’s ass about my efforts at plating. I was doing it for me. And now, for you. Because you? You appreciate things.
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That looks delicious. I'll take one!
ReplyDeleteI do. I appreciate things. Please come to my house and make me beautiful smoothies! I'll send my address :)
ReplyDeleteVikki, is that double-dog dare? I mean, you could have some crazy stalker-type lady on your doorstep in about six hours... ;-)
ReplyDeleteMMM. Yes. Looks fantastic. Bet they remember this and ask for more fancy fruit in time. If not, you can always come and visit us & get appreciated!
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