Most days I don’t bother to tell Parker what I’m packing in his lunch.
It’s an efficiency thing. I don’t have time in the morning to debate with him what is going in his lunch. So I don’t ask his opinion. And I don’t offer any advance notice.
The only exception is when I put something in his lunch that he might not readily identify, and therefore might be reluctant to eat.
Because we all know how the 9-year-old’s mind works…
“My dad packed this lunch. He packed something that I can’t identify. Since I don’t know what it is and since it’s entirely possible my dad could be trying to poison me, I’d better not take even a tiny bite to see if I like it.”
You know it’s true…
Today was just such a day. Yesterday, we tested and shot a recipe from Sara Moulton for a delicious Mother’s Day rice pudding made with black rice. The color is funky. The taste is awesome.
When I packed it this morning, I’d meant to alert Parker that the blackish-greyish stuff in his lunch box is rice pudding (topped with blackberries), a food group he considers essential to life.
We all know that rice pudding is coming home untouched…
To round out the lunch — and probably be the only part he eats — some pineapple and a banana wrapped in a whole-wheat tortilla with peanut butter.