I gave Ruby half a piece of peanut butter toast for breakfast. It’s been her preferred breakfast lately, and it is blissfully easy to make. She picked it up, put it in her mouth, and said, “MMMMmmmm. Dewicious.”
Took another bite.
“Mmmmm. Dewicios. DEWICIOUS!”
Kyle tells me it’s from a book called “Baby Giraffe” they read last night. Baby Giraffe eats some leaves and the book says, “Mmm, delicious.” But I’d like to think that I am the culinary master of peanut butter toast, deserving of praise over and over and over again until every bite has been savored and enjoyed.
If only all of my culinary adventures ended with such admiration.