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My three-and-half-year-old son delivers great one-liners. Out of nowhere, he says something so funny or so surprising that I can’t help but crack up. He did it again recently while helping Dada get dinner ready. (If you’re new here, you should know that I am not the cook of the house. I do make certain signature dishes and I bake all of the pies and cakes, but my husband is the one with the penchant for preparing food. Perhaps it’s his Italian heritage. Maybe it’s the fact that he needs more than one or two foods to survive. I can eat lentils for almost a week without complaint. I would be fine with celery and peanut butter for lunch every single day. I never get tired of drinking iced coffee in the morning. My husband, on the other hand, has to have variety on his plate. He also knows that we all need sufficient fruits, vegetables, starches, and proteins to be healthy vegans, so he is the official family cook, thank goodness.)
 
 
My children have been my husband’s sous-chefs ever since they could stand unassisted. They aren’t afraid to try new foods, and I credit their wholesome eating habits in part to the fact that they play active roles in preparing our meals. They both help pick fruits and vegetables in the garden, though most of the berries end up in their stomachs rather than their buckets! One of my son’s favorite parts of cooking is using the food processor, which he refers to as “the food processes.” As soon as he sees my husband scoot the food processor out of the corner, he runs to get his cooking chair and quickly joins Dada at the counter. My son loves to load things in the top and then push the “on” button. Recently they were using the food processor to make vegan tzatziki. After my son turned it on and watched the non-dairy yogurt, cucumbers, and dill whirl around for a bit, my husband decided it was time to stop for a taste test. When asked what he thought, my son licked the spoon, paused, and then announced, “It tastes like sweetness and cuteness.”
 
 
My husband burst out laughing and immediately called me over. I giggled and shook my head in amazement when my son repeated his one-liner. His way of describing things is so adorable to me. Though cute and sweet are probably the last words I would ever use to characterize tzatziki, I love my son’s manner of thinking. The foods we eat should be pleasing to all of the senses. Food that smells awful, looks boring, or has a gross texture is not appealing. Perhaps food that tastes good is sweet and cute on some level. This time of year, I must admit that blueberries are the epitome of deliciousness and cuteness in my opinion, especially when my children pick them and eat them in the garden. What do you think? How does delicious look? How does cute taste?
 
 

From me to you, here and now…
Jennifer