Have I ever mentioned that I cook? I am not great at it, but I love to do it and someday I am going to go to culinary school. In the meantime, Alton Brown is my love object - although I am ok with sharing him.

Have I ever mentioned that Bear hates to eat? He is incredibly picky not only about the food he'll put in his mouth but also about the food he even is willing to look at or smell.

Wednesday night, CD was late coming home and it was just Bear and me for dinner. So I made him Dinner #2 (Kraft Macaroni and Cheese) in the rotation of the 5 dinners this boy will eat (the others are: ramen soup, meatballs from IKEA, orange chicken from Panda Express, and pancakes and sausage).

Myself? I had bruschetta.

I cut up the remains of a loaf of french bread on the bias and threw the pieces under the broiler. Then I "whir-whirred" (in a clean coffee grinder) half a tomato, a quarter yellow onion, some basil leaves, olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper. Then I flipped the bread to toast the other side. Chopped up the other half of the tomato and stirred it in with the whirred-up mixture. Then I took the bread out of the oven, and spooned the mixture onto each piece. Shaved some romano on top (cuz, really, cheese makes everything yummy). Stuck it back under the broiler for about 2 minutes. Voila.

Rinsed the grinder. Put my meal on a plate, put his meal in a bowl, stuck it all on a tray with things like spoons and napkins and glasses of milk and presented the fine repast to Mr Snarkypants.

Who wrinkled his nose and sighed.

Bear: I can't eat now. My tummy hurts.

Me (Sputtering): Why?! It's your favorite Mac 'n Cheeese. I followed the directions just like Daddy.

Bear (A little whiny): Yeah, but you made my nose hurt. 'Cuz you made stinky food. AGAIN.

Me (Outraged): Bruschetta is NOT stinky food!

Bear: Mommy, just don't cook stuff, OK?

Me: Then what am I supposed to eat?

Bear (After a long moment of thought): Fruit gummies. And peanut butter. And you can have some of my Mac N Cheese after I'm full.

So we ate on opposite sides of the room. With him pinching his nose and making faces at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Afterwards, we made up and cleared dishes and made chocolate pudding together for desert. 'Cuz by then the "stink" of my food had settled down enough for him to handle being in the kitchen. That and the lure of running the mixer and licking the bowl.

P.S.: Funniest caption of the week: HERE!

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Picking Bear up from his Montessori morning preschool program (when did we stop calling it 'Nursery School'?) this morning, I swung into the carpool lane listening to my most recent homemade CD*.

Bear marched up to the car with his teacher, Miss HotChick, holding his hand.

"We heard Bear had quite a morning," she said with a grin as she helped Bear into the van and into his car seat.

"Yes!" he agreed enthusiastically. "Remember, Mommy? I had a stuck POOPY and it hurt a little but then it was ok and then I medicine in my boom-boom and then it came RIGHT OUT and then I watched it in the potty and I was all better!"

Miss HotChick tried to keep a straight face at this recitation as she pulled on the seatbelt to get enough for Bear to click it into place. She was careful of her 1-inch purple sparkly fingernails.

Bear informed me, "You know what? Miss HotChick has a Tongue ring! A red one!"

"Really?" I asked.

"Five years I've had it and Bear is the first student to ever notice," she admitted. She stuck out her tongue at Bear with a smile. It is a red enamel stud - about as low-key as a tongue piercing can get.

Bear stuck out his tongue back and giggled.

She told me that she'd been honest with the kids once Bear had announced her piercing and explained that it had been done for decoration and only by a doctor when she was a grown-up. And that it had hurt a little when the needle had gone through.

"You know what, Mommy?" Bear asked as we pulled away from the curb. "I told her the medicine for her owie tongue!"

"What, Bear?"

"Just like my boom-boom - a 'POSSITORY' !!" more...

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