This morning, my younger son hopped into my bed and flopped his Dragon Slayer's book over to my side. "Mommy! Guess what?!! After you're done reading to me I have something very special for you. You are going to love it. It's a secret!", he said with the mystery of a dramatic 6-year-old... but then it was breakfast time, time to get dressed, time to catch the bus... and off he went.
Then this evening, as I was heating dinner up from our freezer stash {reveling in the fact that all I had to do was turn the oven on}, he excitedly runs to the fridge and whips out a ziploc filled with a piece of copy paper and... what is that?
"I picked you spring onions at school! You can make dinner with them!!"
I looked at this bundle of limp-- um, I'm no expert, but I am pretty sure it was overgrown grass-- he held out to me expectantly.
"They're not as fresh as yesterday because they were in my backpack. But when you were out last night, I put them in the fridge... to keep them fresh." {He holds the green wad up to his nose and inhales deeply... then frowns.} "They do not smell like onions now, but I think if we cook with them we will taste the onion," he says with authority.
First thought: boy, he's cute. Next thought: there's no way I am eating grass he found on the playground.
"Wow. Um, ok, so where did you find these special onions?" {I feel guilty wanting a glass of wine and have to stifle a giggle, picturing him foraging while the other kids are playing tag.}
"At school! They grow by our building! I can pick more for you tomorrow!! If we have some tomatoes, we can make a salad. I thought you would love these onions," he says looking at me expectantly.
And so we did. We made a salad with tomatoes, some fresh mint... and grass from the school playground.
Then, he decided "the salad would be even better if we cooked it!" {And I thought, yes, and the heat will kill whatever's on the grass that the water didn't get.}
While his brother did homework, he proudly seasoned the tomatoes, mint, olive oil and
and we sat down to {a special} family dinner.
Six years old and already foraging in the wild! Er, or as wild as the playground gets. That's one adorable kid.
ReplyDeleteMom of the year. For real. I am so impressed!!
ReplyDeleteThis was awesome!! Thank you for sharing!! <3
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