Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Miracles of the vegetable kind
Tonight, A was pulling out a bag of frozen vegetables to have with dinner. (Costco has the best mix of giant broccoli and cauliflower florets combined with yellow and orange carrots!) R walked up to him and announced, "I like vegetables! I didn't know that before, but now I do." A sort of thought, "Whatever," because R hasn't knowingly eaten vegetables in probably a year, and proceeded to make dinner. We were having chicken breasts and rice with mushroom gravy, plus the veggies.
A mixed up a bowl of rice, cut-up chicken, and cut-up veggies in microscopic pieces for R, which is usually the only way R will eat anything green or orange (we have to hide it). He used to LOVE vegetables of any kind except tomatoes when he was wee, but then he just flat-out refused to eat them anymore. A couple of weeks ago, though, he reached for a slice of green pepper, ate it, and said, "I like peppers!" A and I looked at each other, silently yelled, "HALLELUJAH!" but didn't make a big deal of it in front of R because we knew it was a fluke. And it was ... until last night.
Halfway through dinner, R leans over my plate to examine my food, then leans back to look at his bowl. Then he says, "Hey! I want my vegetables on the SIDE like yours!" A and I looked at each other in disbelief, then pulled out the remnants of the whole veggies for R (two small broccoli florets and a yellow carrot slice) and put them on a little dish. R ate them all up, mumbling, "Mmmmmmm."
I hoped this day would come, but I'm still in shock. I told A, "Even if that's the only vegetables he eats for another year, it's great!"
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