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| Not your ordinary dog: The kids now demand specialty frankfurters. |
The little ones are growing up! How can I tell? Simple.
They now will eat such things on their bagels as they never
before would entertain, such as cream cheese and various forms of preserved fish.
Before the son would only eat a toasted bagel dry à la Jake
Elwood, a reference for those of us of a certain age, while the daughter would
have a smidgen of butter and nothing else.
True, tortilla bake is still a punch line, but meat sauce on
pasta is slowly supplanting the ubiquitous butter and cheese.
I suppose the nightmare scenario will be when the kids
become such epicures that they will have issues with all dishes of my
preparation. Dad, you’re supposed to serve the Fromager d'Affinois at room
temperature, and paring it with apples and soda water is beyond ridiculous, you
ignorant old fool!
I do count my blessings that I can still get away with making hot dogs for dinner
every once in a while (as long as they’re Olympic Provisions specialty frankfurters).
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