Chinese leftovers have never enticed me but last night Izzy requested that we take home the leftover Chicken with Pine nuts so that he could have it tonight. The lazy bird in me jumped at the chance to not have to do anything so I asked for a doggy bag (actually I just asked them to wrap it). Do people still ask for doggy bags? Anyway back to the matter at hand.
At dinnertime tonight, I reheated the leftovers for Izzy, there was only enough for him so I planned to eat something else later. I served them with some vegetable dumplings on the side. I always try to sit with Izzy while he eats and nibble something, since eating is such a social experience. As I watched him, I noticed that he seemed to be avoiding the peas, which he normally loves.
So I coaxed, "Eat some more of your dinner, what about the peas?" He looked up at me and said, "Taste this pea, Mama." He tried to feed it to me and when I ate it I instantly knew why they had been pushed aside. Reheating had turned them mealy and inedible. I said, "They don't taste very good, do they?" "No they don't. Why don't they taste like the peas you make for me?" Good question...
I was proud of his discerning palate and he was instantly absolved of any wrongdoing in the not eating vegetables department. Maybe next time he won't be eager for leftover Chinese...
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I never say "doggy bag" anymore, although I believe the French do.
I just say, "Can I have this wrapped to go." Oddly, I will refer to it as a "doggy bag" when retelling a story - I guess just to be succinct.
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