I am oddly obsessed with Vegan Lunch Box, the blog of an inventive woman named Jennifer. She spends a lot of time planning and preparing her child “Shmoo’s” lunches. Today, it was a homemade vegie corn dog with a tiny container of ketchup, steamed Brussels sprouts, and pink grapefruit segments.
Okay, so I can barely get my kids to look at Brussels sprouts, let alone eat them. I love food, and I wish my children loved it as much as I do. I grew up eating spicy curries and Hunan food and stuffed zucchini and, yes, Brussels sprouts. My kids do me a favor when they eat pasta with the sauce on top.
So when I read about a kid who relishes most of the creative, crazy food his mom prepares for him, it’s like reading porn.
I promise to follow this rather self-indulgent post with something practical about lunches. It’s just that those brussels sprouts pushed me over the edge.