Beany has been increasingly interested in ingredients lately, and her questioning is often relentless. “What is that?” “Where did that come from?” “What does that taste like?” “How did you make it?” This has its plusses and minuses, of course. Curiosity finally convinced her to taste salad dressing, which made her taste spinach salad, which she now eats daily and by the bowlful. On the other hand, her keen observational skills have her noticing everything that’s in everything. Basil is now troublesome because, ironically, it resembles spinach, and, “Spinach doesn’t go in my pasta, silly goose.” Onions, which she’s happily noshed since before she could walk, are another tricky one lately. “Not too big and not too small,” she says. Fair enough.
Poppy seeds, which I had leftover from a salad I made a while back, could have gone either way with our resident 3-year-old food critic. I marketed them as flower seeds, the kind Tinker Bell undoubtedly sprinkles on cereal. We could add flower seeds to our breakfast, too, I said. How about in muffins? Beany thought this sounded great….