When I was pregnant with my 4th born, she hated all things tomato. Whether it be spaghetti sauce, pizza sauce, or even the smell of it, any time I had so much as a drop, I would become violently ill and vomit. This proved to be quite the dilemma since those were two of my favorite foods at the time. To make matters worse, during her gestation, my husband was active duty and we spent most of his lunch breaks dining at Pizza Hut and the weekends at CiCi’s because the kids ate free and almost free, (back then anyway). Didn’t matter. She wanted no part of my culinary vices. Fast forward to an age where she could verbally share her disdain. As far back as I can remember, up until maybe a year ago, I could not get this kid to eat a tomato. BUT, she loves ketchup? I asked her once, you do know ketchup comes from tomatoes, right? She nodded. “But, it’s not the same”, is what I’m told. It is. Doesn’t matter how you slice it or process it, it’s still tomato. She consumes way too much of it. Puts it on everything. Lucky for her, I don’t eat it anymore, so she doesn’t have to share. And to make matters worse, she loves Del Monte! Only Heinz fans can understand.
While out of school for President’s Week, (crazy that we barely got a day), my husband and I were particularly busy and she was feeling left out. I decided to take her out to lunch. We laughed and chatted and had a random Girls’ Day. We ended up at Red Robin for burgers and Unlimited fries. Not our first choice, but it worked. My little Lady felt special for having me all to herself and I felt special because she wanted me all to herself. But, I have a suspicion that she really wanted to use me to get to the ketchup…
Even if it’s just ketchup to me, it meant the world to her. Whatever it takes.
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