The little one has been eating the same solid food as his papa and mama for about half a year now. There are times when I cook red tomato soup and he would refuse to take more than two sips. He seems to dislike red dishes, especially those with a tomato flavour, which is really strange given that tomato paste is sweet and I’ve always had the impression that children everywhere love their spaghetti sauce which is made up of tomato paste. Other times, he could be seen gobbling up his rice and macaroni and then asking for all the soup and carrots and mushrooms so that none is left for his papa. These are the days I look forward to because they bring about a good closure to a busy work week for me. It feels really good to know that my cooking is not in vain at all.
