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Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Dad's Plate


Our youngest daughter and her family are staying with us for a while.
It almost makes up for the long days and weeks when they were living in another part of the world.
Almost.
Last night, during dinner, Tiny Girl (hereinafter known as TG) was having her first taste of life as a grown up. She had spurned her high chair and was sitting like a big girl on a booster seat.
The best of times.
She also discovered, during this exciting experience, how much better everything tastes when it is eaten from someone else’s plate.
Happily, TG let her own food cool while she gobbled whatever her mother was eating.
And it reminded me of something . . .
My Mom made wonderful breakfasts.
Most of the time, they included eggs. In some incarnation.
One of my Dad’s favourites was eggs fried.
Mom would place two perfect little white-jacketed yellow orbs on his plate and he would happily proceed to take fork and knife and slice through them, cutting them neatly into uniform bits.
Then he would scrape them carefully back together, sprinkle the resulting mixture with salt and pepper and voila!
Breakfast.
I had watched this same process since I could remember.
His food always looked soooo good.
“Dad? Can I have a bite?”
He looked at me. “May I have a bite?” Dad was always correcting my grammar.
May I have a bite?”
Mmmm. It was soooo good.
“Can I have another?”
May I . . .?”
May I have another?”
Mmmm. Even better.
Then Mom would set my plate in front of me.
Carefully, I would copy Dad’s technique to the best of my ability.
Slice. Slice. Slice. Slice.
Gather.
Sprinkle.
Eat.
Yum.
Hmmm.
Wait. I’m sure it tasted better off his plate.
“Dad? Can I have another bite?”
He looked at me. “May I have another bite?”
May I have another bite?”
He gave it to me.
Mmmm. I was right.
It did taste better.
I had made a momentous discovery.
Everything was better off Dad’s plate.
Later, I discovered that this was also true with Mom’s plate.
Or my Husby’s.
I did draw the line there.
Total strangers do regard you oddly when you ask.
Okay, I never really did it.
But I wanted to.
“I’ll have what you're having!”
Literally.

5 comments:

  1. The grands are like that...they always want your food...little sharks.

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  2. That would be a hoot Diane... lol

    I just wanted to let you know I will be going in for surgery tomorrow and I won't be commenting for a week or so... I will try to catch while I am off recovering:)

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  3. Oh golly, I still remember picking up that fry that fell off of Uncle Ian's plate. He then wouldn't touch his food! I just about died of embarrassment!

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  4. My dad's food always tasted better than mine, too! In hindsight, I think it's because he put butter and salt and pepper on his, while mine was just plain. I could have added those things, it just didn't occur to me :)

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  5. Having little kids eat off your plate is a great way to introduce new foods that they might not even try if you put it on their own plate.
    The grass is always greener....

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