All of a sudden, my nearly 10 year old who worshipped the ground I walk on, is on to new and improved families. They seem to entertain her more, humor her ever so kindly, and even feed her better. This weekend, I picked her up from a picnic with her friend, whose mother is a fantastic DIY cook, and the first thing she announced as she bounced into the car is how AWESOME lunch was. She hasn’t said that about my cooking in a long time, at least that enthusiastically, usually stating that something is “good” as I glance towards her 20 times per meal, waiting for feedback (she is my best critic after all, second to my husband). At times, she’ll give me a star-rating too, and they are usually high. But I miss the enthusiasm of her youth. The awe and the pride that she had for my cooking. Sigh…
“What did you have that you loved so much”, I asked her, curious to know if it was something unusual, something she had never had in her life, something her non-vegetarian mother had not yet created for her vegetarian self.
“Kale Salad”, she stated so proudly.
I literally just wrote ANOTHER kale recipe THE DAY BEFORE. And, everyone in our mealshare group makes kale regularly. Seriously?!?!?!?
So, I said to her, truly proud that she ate such a hearty healthy salad for lunch versus carbs, candy or cookies:
“Well, are you gonna make it for me sometime?”
This kale salad recipe is NOT the one she had. But I will make her create it again, and then we will share it with you