One Food. Choose.
Now!
The grunty teen and
I were conversing - me in English and The Grunter in a series of caveman grunts
I have yet to decipher because I have girly bits so I’ll never understand.
We were talking/grunting about food, more specifically what we would have for dinner. Head Clueless
Wonder - the budding Gordon Ramsay was whooping it up in Sydney.
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The Grunter was unhappy I wouldn’t be serving sausages
swimming in cheese. I explained that I couldn’t because I’d signed an online eradicate
scurvy petition when he was born and every meal had to contain a green vegetable
or fruit.
There we stood like
duelists at dawn.
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We used to play
this game when The Grunter was little and squishy and, well seemed to like me a
whole lot more. If he could choose one thing to eat for the rest of your life
what would it be? With nothing to lose I asked what he’d eat.
Grunter: “Sausages.”
Responsible parent:
“Salad (a total lie, but I was going for the higher moral ground here, and to underscore
the whole scurvy issue.)
Grunter: “A green
apple.”
Responsible Parent:
“Peanut butter.”I can and do stand
in the kitchen and spoon that goodness right into my mouth. While I prefer
crunchy I will take smooth.
Grunter: “Can, I
make dinner?”
Responsible Parent:
“Sure.” Shocked and deeply suspicious, I had the Thai restaurant down the road
on speed dial.
Twenty minutes
later, The Grunter and I sat at the table. On his plate was a partially burnt
sausage covered in bbq sauce, a slice of cheese and half an apple. On mine was
a handful of scattered lettuce, a single wonkily cut cherry tomato and the other half of the apple covered in peanut butter.
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Best meal of the
week.
If you could only eat
one food for the rest of your life what would it be? I think you can guess
mine.
Does anyone know
where I can purchase a manual on understanding grunty teen boys?
