Lately, I
have been paranoid that people may begin to suspect that I do not feed my
child. These fears are not
unfounded. With the way Matthew has been
acting in public lately, I would not be surprised if I did receive a critical stare
or two from passing strangers. Most of
the time, Matthew is an excellent companion when it comes to running
errands. As we move from store to store,
he is perfectly content to be at my side, chatting away as usual about puppies,
rabbits, or any of his other current favorite topics of conversation. However, lately that has all changed. When we are at the grocery store, Matthew
will oftentimes start whining nonstop: “Hungry! Hungry!
Huuuuuunnnnnnngrrrry!” We will
pass the produce section where there are piles and piles of different varieties
of apples, which are Matthew’s favorite fruit, and he will start listing to one
side of the cart, his arm outstretched in a desperate attempt to snatch a piece
of the fruit: “Please? Please?
Hungry! Apple! Apple!” I do
appreciate his love for fresh produce, but seriously.
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Paul and Matthew hammering away at our kitchen chairs during the move. |
Paul and I
took Matthew to a furniture store the other day to choose a new bookcase for
the office. As we were consulting with
the salesman, I noticed that Matthew was missing. I immediately went searching for him and
found him sitting on one of the chairs in a display dining room. In his hand was a plastic piece of fruit that
had been on display in a silver bowl in the center of the table. He had taken a bite out of it and was chewing
away with a rather disconcerted look on his face that said: “Why does this
apple taste so funny?” I noticed that the apple was not the only thing
Matthew had sampled. There was also a
fake bread loaf, a banana, and a pear with little tiny bite marks on them
scattered on the table. And people were
definitely staring at him, feeling sorry for my poor son who was so hungry that
he had to resort to eating fake fruit to settle his stomach. A lady who had been watching him nearby
approached me and suggested that I might take him to the doctor as the paint
on the plastic fruit was probably toxic.
Maybe I’m a horrible parent, but I just shrugged off this
suggestion. It’s been a little over a
week and Matthew is still alive and kicking. No harm done.
Banana-Nut Baked Oatmeal
adapted from Allrecipes
1/2 cup canola oil (you may substitute half with applesauce)
3/4 cup white sugar
1 egg
1 cup milk
1 tablespoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2-1 teaspoon cinnamon
3 cups rolled oats
3 bananas, chopped finely
1/2 cup finely chopped, toasted walnuts
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees.
In a large bowl, whisk together the oil and sugar. Whisk in the egg and milk. Add the baking powder, salt, and cinnamon and stir vigorously to combine. Add in banana and give the whole thing another good stir. Add in the oats and walnuts and stir well to combine.
Pour into a 8x8 pan. Bake for 30-35 minutes, or until the mixture is no longer jiggly and is browned on top. Serve immediately or let cool completely on a wire rack before covering and refrigerating.
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