We have been eating lots of meals with rice lately, I guess. There was that Chinese takeout not too long ago, stuffed chicken breasts with white rice on Sunday and salmon with whole grain rice last night. In each case, we have had to restrict the extra helpings of rice until Reid has eaten some non-rice food. When I had offered Ken the choice between chicken and salmon on Sunday, I’d told him I planned to serve rice. When I told Reid that we were having the salmon for supper, she grinned and said, “I love rice!” I had noticed ;+) I held my breath a bit when Reid served herself the rice since it was brownish, being whole grain and all. When we did the Heart and Stroke walk in the fall, we received single serving bowls of whole grain Cheerios. The only time I offered any to Reid, she carefully picked out the “dirty” ones and gave them to Grandma Joyce. I think Reid thought hey weren’t fit for her consumption but Grandma treasures everything Reid gives her.
Rice is a pretty messy thing for a two-year old to love (what isn’t?) and with carpeting in our dining room, well, we don’t need help being messy. At least Reid has decided using a spoon for rice is acceptable, making an exception to the anti-spoon stance she adopted recently for all food other than cereal. It could be that spoons make getting lots of rice to her mouth in a short time but then why does she like a fork with ice cream?
I think spring may be on its way, though there will surely be more snow before summer in Ottawa.