Saturday, December 30, 2006

When Mommy met Sally

Sally: I'd like the chef salad please with oil and vinegar on the side, and the apple pie a la mode.

Waitress: Chef and apple a la mode.

Sally: But I'd like the pie heated, and I don't want the ice cream on top. I want it on the side, and I'd like strawberry instead of vanilla if you have it. If not, then no ice cream, just whipped cream, but only if it's real. If it's out of the can, then nothing.

Waitress: Not even the pie?

Sally: No, just the pie, but then not heated.


I remember the above scene from "When Harry Met Sally". I should, I get to live it almost every day trying to find things my picky Leah will eat.

God forbid she eats what I eat. Or what any normal human eats. Red meat actually makes Leah gag. Except hot dogs, bacon, and keilbasa -- I joke that she's a Porketarian. One day she'll love Granny Smith apples, until I buy a huge bag, and then she doesn't like them. One day Cheerios are the best cereal in the world, the next, you'd think I was poisoning her by putting them in her bowl. Then there's the hot dog bit, and this is what reminds me of Meg Ryan:

Me: You and Rae are having hot dogs tonight. With carrots and peas and a cut-up apple. Do you want your hot dog in a bun, or cut up like Rachel's for dipping?

Leah: If you have a bun, I want it in a bun, but cut the ends off the bun. If you don't have a bun could I have it in bread with the crust cut off?

Me: I have buns. Do you want ketchup or mustard on it?

Leah: I changed my mind, could I have it cut up like Rachel with ketchup and mustard mixed to dip the pieces in? And if the carrots are cooked can I have them big (she means whole baby carrots) but if they're raw, could you cut them up in long sticks? And I want butter on the peas, and salt but no pepper. Well, just a bit of pepper, but not too much. [pause] Actually, no pepper.

I wish you could just get Purina Child Chow.


  1. LOL! She cracks me up! Maybe because she sounds a lot like me. I bet if I read this to Kevin he's roll his eyes because that's what he deals with everyday with me. Too bad Logan is following in my footsteps. Quinn on the other hand, he's the human garbage disposal.

  2. My son, Christopher, is the KING of picky eaters. For the last 5 years, I swear he's lived off cereal, rice and apples and that's pretty much it!! But, he's still alive and healthy, so he must be getting something good in there.

  3. Anonymous5:21 PM

    *grin* Sorry. It just sounds too familiar. You are not alone.

    We had a very bad meltdown from Nick this morning because I had the nerve--the NERVE, I tell you--to peel his banana. And, of course, it was the only banana out of the 3 bunches in the house that would suit him, and now it was ruined. He never did eat it.