Izzy: I like friends, snow and you.
Me: Is that all?
Me: What about Papa? And things to eat?
Izzy: I like Papa and Chinese Food and Sushi too.
(Glad I cleared that up).
It's a wonder that Izzy still liked me today after we spent the day home, again. He is still slightly feverish and I was very feverish, trying unsuccessfully to take to the couch. I was not a very good companion. To add insult to injury, we didn't have much to nibble around the house. When he heard we were having leftover soup for dinner, he looked pained.
Izzy: "I don't like that soup. Isn't there something else?"
Me: "No, that is all we have. I am sick and can't cook anything else."
Despite his complaints, he ate it quite willingly but when I saw it I soon realized that it did lack for something. A. came home and dumped some of Dave's Insanity Hot Sauce into it which supposedly rescued his portion. I will not be making that soup again anytime soon.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).