I made a so-so Chinese tofu-veggie dish tonight (too salty and too sweet, ugh). With O so fixed on plain dishes these days, probably as a result of some of his pickier yet cool friends at school, I knew I had to sell it. "It's CHINESE!" I said. "Did you know there are dishes from around the world, exciting dishes you've never tried, Oliver?" "Like what, mama?" "Like our awesome Chinese tonight, but I also like Indian, Italian, and Lebanese." "I love Lemonade, too, mama, but it's not a food, it's a drink." "No, Lebanese, O. It's all garlicky and lemony." "Yes, mama. It's called Lemonade."
Thank you O. And for eating approximately four bites of my unsuccessful dish.