Turkey's cookin in the oven, parades are on the TV, and oh...ya...the invitations are still on the dining room table. But we'll get those wrapped up tomorrow! And in a future post, I'll tell you the story about that one. Not a bad story, but one that I'll be more interested in sharing once the invites have left the house! (how's that for a cliff hanger!)
Anyways...it's thanks giving. Which makes me think about food. Which makes me think about my meetings with the caterers next week. But that is a story for yet another post (I'm killen ya softely with all the suspense here, aren't I ha!)
Anyways...food.
Andrew has a lot of favorite foods, and I attribute his not so persnickety pallet entirely to Danny. When Andrew was a baby, and started eating from the Gerber aisle, his menu delivered a pureed potpourri of gastronomical delight! Simply put, we introduced him to a whole lot of different foods. Danny not only bought the traditional sweet potatoes, carrots, and apple sauce, but he also combed the grocery stories for spinach, peas and other delectable vegetable combinations.
Andrew also got a taste for Jewish cooking at a young age. At a Passover Seder in Fargo, Esther (G-d**Bless her!*) gave Andrew his first taste of a pickle, at 3 months old. We have it on video; the transcript reads like this:
Esther: Aaaaa Peeekle?
Andrew: Wide mouthed, wide eye smiling
Esther: Aaaa Peekle?
Andrew: Wide mouthed, wide eyed smiling and giggling
At that same Seder, he had his first taste of chicken soup in his Avent baby bottle.
I mention Avent, because, when Andrew was a baby, I was obsessed with having that brand. I couldn't tell you today why that was the bottle of choice or even what that bottle had over other bottles. Parenting magazine told me that was the one I MUST have, so that is what I bought!
So, my mom fed him the soup, in his Avent bottle. This act of love was also a homage to me when I was a baby. Her mom fed me chicken soup from a bottle, which I'm pretty positive wasn't Avent!
In the Jewish tradition, food is a way of expressing love. And we've expressed a whole lot of love over the years. We've been so fortunate to have shared meals with friends and family for holidays, Shabbats, birthdays and anniversaries.
And we look very forward to sharing a meal with you to celebrate Andrew's big day.
Happy Thanksgiving!
*During the Jewish holiday of Purim, the story of Queen Esther is read to the congregation. When the story is read during the kids service, there are a lot of theatrics and audience participation. One way the congregation participates is by saying "G-d Bless Her" each time the name Queen Esther is read. To this day, I can't meet a woman named Esther and not either out loud or silently to myself say the words, "G-d Bless her".
**Jewish tradition holds G-d's name in high regard, and as a result, the name is not written out on pages that might be thrown away. I'm not sure how this applies to the Intranet, but I'm not going to take any chances :) Paranoid? Yes!
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