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Tonight, the preschooler had his first hamburger the way nature intended. Not broken up into little pieces in their own little quadrant of the plate, but on a bun. With ketchup. A mother has never been more proud. It means his American citizenship has been cemented, not unlike one’s intestinal walls upon encountering such a gigantic wad of beef. No matter. You get used to it.
FYI: Cookbook Friday will be more like Cookbook Sunday this week. I’m pooped.
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Welcome to the big leagues, kid! Now you just need to get him to eat a bacon cheeseburger and we'll be set!
Posted by: Jim | August 13, 2007 at 11:35 AM
He will eat bacon, cheese, and burgers separately. It's the togetherness that's the problem. Not for long, though, if he's any child of mine.
Posted by: Tammy | August 13, 2007 at 10:47 PM