This is SecondCat’s lunch.
It is mozarella cheese. ‘The gratings part’.
A carefully segmented soy sausage. ‘Wet’ and ‘not cooked’.
Frozen peas. Again: ‘not cooked’.
Three slices of cucumber. Not four.
Did it fill my heart with mother-love warmth to serve it up to him? No.
Did he eat it? Yes. All that and more.
Seems like a fairly balanced lunch to me – although I don’t think that I could eat an uncooked soy sausage.
so
well
balanced…
Funny thing though, however well-balanced it might have been, half of it still ended up on the floor.
Not too different from my boy’s lunches, though he’d have his cooked and wouldn’t mind how many slices of cucumber there were. (In fact he’d eat the cucumber whole.)
Pussies like frozen peas? And cucumber? My little grey monster disdains all vegetables. And forgive me, but the soy sausage seems a bit like carnivore abuse.
Yes, and sometimes they like frozen peas and ice cream. Peas are a good source of iron, I tell myself as I dish them out.
Funny! I was telling lovergirl in scandalised tones that your child was demanding frozen peas and stone cold vegie sausages. I expected her to laugh companionably. Instead she looked at me askance, with words to the effect that frozen is the only way to eat peas.
Well, obviously that would give your relationship a whole new layer of meaning.