September – October 2014 (the NO days)

Charlie has entered what I like to call his “Green Eggs and Ham Phase.”

“I not like that,” and “no.” are the most common words heard at the table. He says fried chicken is yucky and he no longer likes tomato sauce, plums, rice or noodles. He even developed an aversion to peanut butter, though that was short lived. One day he says he likes a food, such as scrambled eggs but three days later he’ll refuse a single bite.

He does, at least, still agree to try new foods–although he hasn’t liked a single one. He’s tried guava and various types of melon, Thai curry, steamed crab, vegetarian lasagna and vanilla almond milk among others, all of which were greeted with a “yuck” or “I not like.”

This face has become a common instillation at the dining table:

9:14 frowny face

Since this has been such a dark period for our culinary life, there is no sense in writing a daily diary of his gastronomic escapades. It would be quite grim. (It even included a box of mac ‘n cheese, bought in desperation. Don’t worry, he not like it.) There were a few highlights, which will be featured in separate posts, once Mom finds the inspiration to celebrate food again.

Where Did the Brown Edges Go?

On this day of record-breaking heat, Charlie, Mom and Dad enjoyed a dinner of cold sandwiches on pretzel bread for dinner. Charlie was not so into sandwiches but definitely into the pretzel bread–at least one aspect of pretzel bread. He nibbled around and around the slice then examined it and asked,
9:13:14 where did the brown edges go?
“Where’d the brown edges go?”

Well, Charlie, you ate them, like this:
9:13:14 eating brown edges

Can I Pet You? Picnic

Charlie enjoyed an afternoon of swimming at our friend Shayne’s apartment building’s pool. (It might be important to mention here that Shayne is female.) After the dip, Mom, Dad, Shayne and Charlie enjoyed a picnic of sheeps’ milk cheese, salami, pretzel bread and guacamole with┬áchips on her living room floor. Only Charlie seemed to be too enamored with Shayne to care much for food. “Can I pet you,” he asked. And so he did.

9:12:14 can I pet you?

Dinner Emergency

After a long day of swimming and ice skating (this is how you beat the heat in Southern California), Charlie and Mom were too tired for a real dinner. So Mom put Charlie in his high chair with a glass of ice cold rice milk and handed him a chocolate protein bar. She turned her back and THUMP. Between the time it took her to turn around and ask, “What was that?,” the chihuahua had inhaled the protein bar… chocolate. Charlie thought it would be funny to throw it on the floor and make a THUMP. Mom, not so amused, rushed the dog to the bathroom to administer a dose of hydrogen peroxide. Of course, she’d forgotten that the dog had taken up the habit of biting since the last time he helped himself to cacao. It took two neighbors to hold the dog down but the peroxide was administered, the dog’s stomach evacuated and Charlie served a fresh, non-chocolate protein bar. Fun.


Charlie has been asking to see his friend Quinn since we returned from Cape Cod. Tonight was the night, with dinner at Quinn’s house. Charlie seemed a little more interested in playing than in eating.
9:10:14 dinner at Quinn's

Cheered Up by Trader Joe’s

Tried to cheer Charlie up a bit with a pre-school trip to Trader Joe’s. However, with the teething, he was not up to his usual consumption. While at Joe’s, he only managed:

1/2 banana
1 sample cup of granola with plain yogurt (which he reports makes his teeth feel better)
1/4 blueberry breakfast bar
6 frozen peas