Friday night, walking in the door at 5:05pm. Picky eater #1 in attendance, whom also eats slower than molasses in February. Must be heading out the door again by 6:10pm for an MMA belt ceremony, AKA cannot be late.
This would be a perfect time for take out? But now that I know more about what goes into that kind of food, why would I do that for my son who has a big performance night?
I basically re-made a dinner from earlier that week that I knew would go over well.
Japanese greens with noodles
- large serving plate loaded with baby spinach
- 200g soba noodles, cooked el dente
- 2 cups edamame beans cooked for 5 minutes
- 2 green onions sliced
- 1 baby cucumber sliced
- quick dressing of 3 T sesame oil, 2 T tahini, 2 T rice vinegar, 1 T soya sauce + water to thin
- black sesame seeds
In hind sight, we needed something else to fill us up. I offered a piece of toast to my son, but he went for a bowl of cereal. If I had cooked the whole box of soba noodles, it would have worked well. And I was thinking of adding the dressing to the noodles before piling on the platter. But I liked the look and the taste as they were.
Picky eater #1 had a fit as the dressing was going on the platter. I strongly objected as we had just eaten this dinner to her total satisfaction! We were so loud at each other, my son had to leave the room. Then she tucked in and ate her whole plate in roughly the same time as the rest of us. I hope, one day when she is an adult, her therapist can uncover what her food premonition problems are.
We were out the door by 6:11pm. My son was promoted to a brown belt.
P.S. – if this looks exotic for a nine year old to eat and you think my expectations are too high, just imagine this. Only 2 years ago she would eat a hamburger without the burger. In other words a bun. So she is coming along. I have to remind myself.