In my family, it was always a tradition that the child whose birthday it was got to pick the meals for the day.* In August of 1994, my nephew Josh had his first birthday, and we ate a dinner of macaroni and cheese and grapes. This was my fault, since I had reminded people of the tradition, and set them guessing what Josh’s favorite foods were. The real flaw in this scheme for one-year-olds is that they haven’t actually tasted most of the foods that sensible people have for their favorites.
Bearing in mind that most people wouldn’t want to eat a dinner of blueberries followed by a second course of blueberries with blueberries for dessert, I made spaghetti, a meal that Margaret has enjoyed in the past, and also one which made for good pictures (see? I’m always thinking of you people).
She could tell something was coming, though she didn’t know what yet.
She started off slowly,
But she soon got into it.
One of the skills that she developed during the course of the meal was slurping, which proved an efficient noodle-delivery system, but had the slight problem that it meant that she had a few more duck-face pictures than she probably wanted.
Like this one:
Or this one:
Or this one:
Still, she thought her spaghetti was good to the last drop.
Here, have a close-up or two:
And then we cleaned her up to await the cake.
Look how excited she is for it. You should be too!
*Some people might argue that our devotion to this tradition sprang from the fact that the food in our house was horrible very healthy;** I remember at 4 or 5 wanting sandwiches on store-bought bread for lunch, as a high treat.
**There was a cookbook called “No Salt, No Sugar, No Fat” which was lovingly nicknamed “No Salt, No Sugar, No Fat, No Good” by the children.
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