For Kieron, eating out means a couple of things: yummy desserts and the chance to dodge anything green. Food in Kieron's world is best if it's white.....pasta, pancakes, rice, mashed potatoes, chicken, noodles, bread. Some other colour foods are ok.....eggs, bacon, lime marmalade, Korma. Jade and Callum have always been good with food and prepared to try anything new. Kieron looks fearfully at anything strange and dry heaves before it even reaches his mouth, grimacing as he puts it in his mouth before hurriedly coughing it back out again. I soon learnt to grate carrot into cottage pies and Bolognese, make orange mashed potatoes with the cunning secret ingredient of swede and any number of sly ways to up Kierons vegetable intake.
Junk food is a totally different story. For some reason, any colour goes if its full of sugar, salt, fats and other equally unhealthy ingredients. Fruit is ok, as long as it isn't red and soft. Kieron can happily munch satsumas and bananas until I tell him to stop.
Kieron's favourite place is Cosmo. An 'all you can eat' Chinese restaurant with a non-stop supply of rice and profiteroles. Kieron always gets a plateful of rice, noodles and chicken dippers (they cater for fussy kids too), follows it up with a dish of profiteroles dipped under the chocolate fountain and then decides that actually, he wants rice and noodles again, before going back to the profiteroles.
Kieron's last 2 birthdays were spent at Cosmo, with his best friend Lewis competing to see how many profiteroles they could eat, while I waited anxiously for one or both to start being sick.
So last night, with an empty chair opposite me, we ate out. I won't be in a hurry to repeat it.
I'm sorry Janine - it's really shit, isn't it? I'd like to say it was the run up to the anniversary, but actually, I think it is probably enduringly crap.
ReplyDeleteI think with 6 April looming , Mother's Day as a massive hurdle prior to that and Easter to contend with (6 April falling on Good Friday), it's making hell more hellish.
ReplyDeleteIt's really crap isn't it. I remember the first time we ate out after Al died. We went to our usual favourite pub and my youngest headed for our usual table. I didn't want to spoil it for her so I sat in my usual seat but the food just stuck in my mouth. I couldn't swallow it.
ReplyDeleteThe next time we sat at a different table and it made all the difference.
Let's be honest, Mother's Day, Easter, birthdays, Christmas, THAT anniversary - they all hurt like hell.
The crazy thing is, the only time we were all going to the Carvery, there was such a queue that we left and got Chinese instead. It just feels so wrong to do anything with my older two. There's such a huge gap.
ReplyDeleteMaybe one day we can all manage to do the things that at the moment we can't, but somehow I doubt it.