The pretzels were an unparallelled success.
"I LOVE THESE!" said Gus. "They are the Best. Thing. Ever."
"Mmmmffthjbaghthriwu," said Will. It's impossible to know what he really meant, as his assessment was offered as he was filling his hamster cheek pouches full of soft, warm, salted pretzel.
The curry, as suspected, was not so popular with the short people.
"It tastes good after you chew it really good," said Gus, "but when you first eat it it's terrible. But I really like it."
Later, when made to take an actual bite (as opposed to a bite of white rice that had simply absorbed some air near the curry and never actually touched it), Gus screamed and writhed and protested at top volume.
"I HATE curry! It's awful! I hate YOU!" Then he died. Whatever, more for me.
Incidentally, this is what suburban yuppie parents do for fun. Gone are the days when the struggle is over a simple plate of peas or mashed potatoes. Nowadays we cook something with coconut milk or fish sauce in it and then try to convince our children they're GOING TO LOVE IT.
When presented with his plate, Will took a much more pragmatic approach.
"Can I just have a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich?" He doesn't beat around the bush, that one.
In case you're interested, here is the recipe I used. It was super easy, but (I think) kind of mild. I have also used this recipe, but it also seemed a little bland. I will work on it.
See, coconut curry chicken goes over well around here... however you should have SEEN the faces ( including mine) that got made when the Daddy made cheeseless lasagna with brussel sprouts in it.
Gaaaaaaagg.
Posted by: Kryste | October 15, 2008 at 10:19 PM