Charlie loves granola (‘nola) and he loves yogurt. But he’d never tried the two together until lunch today. HIs mind might be blown.
Thanksgiving leftover night with his friend Quinn… Charlie and Quinn ate an entire bowl of pistachios. (Not much else.) But Charlie sure enjoyed sharing Quinn’s sparkling pomegranate juice:
The day started with more monkey–this time it was monkey waffles (Mom ate the tail).
In case it hasn’t been clear up to this point, Charlie loves to eat. His first Thanksgiving (last year he slept through the whole thing) was BIG. He might have eaten as much as the adults (at least of the appetizers and desserts). Here’s a taste of what Charlie ate:
Charlie loves our tradition of night-before-Thanksgiving dinner of pizza from Olio.
Charlie also learned how to make stuffing.
Sometimes it’s just a relief to have just an ordinary peanut butter, cheese stick and banana kind of day.
Charlie’s mom and grandmother took him to Connie & Ted’s for dinner. Mom offered him some monkfish. Charlie heard, “Monkey.” He took a bite and asked for more monkey. We just let him think it was monkey. Someday he will probably tell a therapist his issues all started the night his mother made him eat monkey.
P.S. Connie & Ted’s has delicious monkey:
Lazy Sunday ordering in. Charlie enjoyed his Chicken Philly Sandwich but he really came to life when dessert was served: Strawberry Ricotta Calzone. Oh yeah!
Mom has tried to get Charlie to eat peas over and over again. The best she can do is get him to smash them into the table. (At least he’s touching them.)
But give Dad a bowl of peas and guess who is suddenly dying to eat peas?
Charlie’s breakfast has a Thanksgiving twist thanks to Soledad Goats. Their new cranberry goat cheese spread on multigrain french toast is his new favorite breakfast. It’s very Pilgrim of him. (Never mind that the Pilgrims didn’t have goat cheese… )
After a rough day, Mom treated Charlie (ie herself) to dinner with a view. Charlie got a front row seat for the dancing fountains.
Brussel sprout and pancetta pizza from Fat Cow for dinner.
(In truth, Mom ate C’s brussel sprouts and he ate her pancetta… It was a Jack Sprat arrangement.)