Cooking With Dexter: Tastes Like Chicken

[elleng]

During the opening salvos of the Christmas blizzard that would buckle New York City, I drove to the nearest decent butcher to buy beef for a classic French daube. On a night when swirling snow raked against the windows, who could resist egg noodles topped with melting meat, carrots and onions? A 3-year-old, that’s who. When I filled his bowl with noodles, Elliot, my younger son, called out with joy, “P’sghetti!” And then, as I ladled on the stew, he rebelled.

“No!” he cried. “I don’t want it! Yucky!” He carried on in this manner while I served the rest of the family. When we lifted our forks, Elliot, sensing that he wasn’t making the desired impression, cranked up the rhetoric: “Yucky food from a factory!”

Sharper than a serpent’s tooth, all right. We eat real food in our house. But before I could disinherit him, his brother, Dexter, snapped back: “Look at this food, Elliot! Do you see anything artificial?”

I’m not the first parent to sit at the dinner table and wonder, Where do they come up with this stuff? My wife and I are not reading the children bedtime stories out of “Fast Food Nation.” Dexter, who is 6, is getting particularly theological about eating.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/23/magazine/23Food-t-000.html?pagewanted=1&ref=dining

[tigereye]

1. oh my, suddenly I desperately want to eat that!

:D