So, this is what happens when you start getting cocky in the kitchen:
I pop Sly’s usual bowl of oatmeal in the microwave this morning, mix in some applesauce when it’s finished, and grab the bottle of cinnamon out of my spice rack to sprinkle some on. Only it’s a bit easier to control than usual (my cinnamon usually comes out very fast), and suddenly I realize that the color is a little off.
Ooops. I just flavored my daughter’s applesauce-oatmeal with cumin. I’d like her to be an adventurous eater and all, but that’s pretty extreme. Cumin is tasty on many things — roasted slices of potato, in my husband’s chili — but applesauce is NOT one. And I’d been pretty generous with it, so there weren’t really untouched parts that I could scoop out and serve anyway. Sigh.
Cue Applesauce Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Take Two. I kept Sly mostly busy with cream-cheese-spread-on-Rice-Chex and some mango bits, but she was giving shrill little distress calls by the time the second bowl of oatmeal was ready. I hate it when I cut things that close and she’s so hungry that she starts getting upset.
I’m normally a pretty good cook, but every once in awhile I get overconfident and then kitchen karma boxes my ears.
