Bonzo cooks and cleans

The awesome Enargia asked me the other day about the Bug's eating habits, and I said that he was an enthusiastic, varied eater before listing all the ways in which he is... well, weird. He has some strong texture preferences, like most kids. His tastebuds are more adventurous than his brain, so I introduce him to "white broccoli," "salty peas," "brown ketchup", and "special rice" to help calm his fears about things like cauliflower, capers, gravy, and quinoa. He goes through not-eating days, like all kids, and terrible sugar jags when he remembers that things like cookies, Christmas candy, and dried cranberries exist in the world.

But to a certain extent, his food weirdness is entirely a product of his categorizing toddler brain. He loves--LOVES--to cook and to pretend to cook. The kid can go step by step on how to make pancakes, oatmeal, rice, or coffee. He can load the dishwasher with heavy supervision. In the bathtub, he pretends to make us chocolate potato soup and stir fry tea. He also loves pretending to make "steaken," which is, of course, the opposite of chicken. He doesn't seem to be any more enthusiastic about food he cooks himself, but that's mostly because he is game to try one bite of anything. (The second bite can be much harder.) Boy, if I can keep this going for the next fifteen years, I'll be all set.

Also, I get to go out to Rosebud tomorrow, so perhaps I know where he gets the joy.