If you asked me what I hoped and dreamed for my baby, I can tell you that the top of my list would be missing anything along the lines of “eat like a Roman emperor.” For one thing, I think that every parent would be happy to miss the vomitorium, and for another, my study of Shakespeare has led me to believe that Romans frequently served each other pies made out of their children, and that’s not on either.
But Margaret has other ideas.
Admittedly, the only way in which this is Roman is that she’s eating it while reclining, but it seems very decadent, nonetheless. Also cute. But mostly decadent.
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