Today I stopped into a little local grocery on Main Street to grab a quick loaf of bread. They had these little carts and I pulled one out for Nahanni and she just ran with it. She went right over and started loading up her little cart with great gusto, and was pretty specific in her choices. I'm glad I managed to catch some of it. Ahh, the innocence of youth.
For dinner tonight I cooked each of the things she picked - scrambled eggs softly with butter and a bit of cream, green pepper, tomatoes from our garden, cilantro, sharp and green on the tongue. Spicy Mexican salsa and the chips she jammed in at the end, broccoli and corn on the cob that she shucked herself. Blueberries she picked out at the Farmer's market the other day. She was so proud of herself, she kept exclaiming 'I picked out all of this food we are eating!' and her smile just lit up her face. It was worth the $36 in groceries that I didn't necessarily need. Worth more. Teaching a kid about the love of food, about the process of growing it, choosing it, cooking it with pleasure and eating it without reservations is a priceless gift.
Ah, these are the doll days of summer.
