Brain Hickey

A brain hickey, like a real hickey, is something that leaves its mark. The opposite of a brain fart (when you have a mental disconnect and can’t think of the simplest thing), a brain hickey is a thought so profound, so deep, so mentally tantalizing that it sticks with you. Maybe you’ll change your life because of the enlightenment you experience. Or maybe you’ll just think about what I said for the next few days and then it’ll gradually fade, like a real hickey.

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I have three sons, a dog, and a very supportive husband. I get to write whatever I like as long as I don't ask him to read it.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

A Lesson In Open-Mindedness

Have you ever eaten Sun Chips with ketchup? My younger son swears by them. If he sees the bag of Sun Chips out, he gets himself a plate and asks for “chip” and “chepup.” I confess, I finally broke down and tried it. Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend it. But, if my son gets multi-grains AND lycopene, who am I to complain?

My elder son is held to the Green Eggs and Ham rule. He has to try whatever I ask him to try. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t have to eat more (unless it’s the only thing I made for the meal). But I will act like Sam-I-Am and bug him until he tries it (the logic is that he may like it – like the narrator from the book learned – but if he won’t try it, he’ll never know).

We went to a Vietnamese restaurant a month ago (Tay Do, at the corner of Stumph and Snow – if you’re ever in the Cleveland area; not too far from the airport if you have a layover. Great food, and cheap). While we were there, he tried a tofu dish that he loved (we even ordered a second plate for him, and he happily ate the leftovers of that at home). So last weekend, at a Thai restaurant, he happily ate the tofu triangles because he had learned that he likes tofu (or, tow-food, as he calls it).

Anyhow, while that’s been a useful rule we have instituted to expose our sons to new foods, we have discovered a definite downside. My elder son was once eating some strange concoction, like apple slices and mustard. I indulged him, letting him eat it – since he was eating. But when he asked me to try it, I had to say no (curling my nose – gee, I wonder where he gets it).

But then he used the line.
“Try it. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat more.”
Live by example, huh? Well, I tasted it. To my surprise, it wasn’t as horrible as I had expected. I actually had a second piece (to be sure my son hadn’t just hit on some great culinary discovery – the first time I ate apple slices with Brie I had been skeptical, but I’m sure glad I tried that). Turns out, it wasn’t THAT good.

But it did teach me that I’m not as open-minded as I’d like to believe. It’s not just up to kids to learn new things. And I’d hate to think of all the experiences I’d miss out on if I didn’t follow the Green Eggs and Ham rule myself.

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