Earlier this evening, while her mother shopped, I spent a good thirty minutes in the produce aisle with my 2½-year-old niece. Together we did a thorough review of everything from Brussels sprouts to sweet potatoes. We sniffed the ginger roots. We contemplated parsnips, beets and fennel. We did a side-by-side comparison of a tiny button mushroom and a giant portobello mushroom.
Granted, I am thoroughly smitten with this child, but I really can’t imagine anything better than hearing her tiny, gleeful voice screech, “That’s an ARTICHOKE!”
We discussed the fact that while radishes look a lot like cherries, they do not taste like cherries. And when I took a moment to return the little bunch of radishes to its display, I turned back around to find Miss Madge happily munching on a carrot. Totally unpeeled, straight off the display.
“I love vegetables,” she announced.
“That’s good!” I said. “Vegetables are very good for you! They’ll help you grow up healthy and strong.”
“They’ll help me grow up healthy and strong, Jewee.”
I love the way she helps me remember how to really see things again. I had completely forgotten how gorgeous eggplants are.
And yes, her mother paid for the carrot.
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They can even remind you to taste the air after the rain!
Kids are great!
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