You know, kids are funny. You can buy them expensive toys, all the latest gadgets, the best clothes, the best and yummiest impulse aisle candies – but it is really the simple things in life that make them happy. I am slow to the learning process, I guess, cause after months of struggling to get my child to eat SOMETHING, ANYTHING, JUST A TINY MORSEL OF THE TINIEST CRUMB OF SOMETHING for breakfast, this morning – I finally did it. I actually had to succumb to the tried and true method of motherhood – disguising something healthy and nutritious as some sort of character or farm animal, but it worked so my lesson is learned.
Now, mind you, I would love to take credit for the feat that was accomplished in my kitchen this morning, and while I can take credit for the fact that I actually pulled this charade off, the idea is not mine. If only it were. I could sell it and make millions (well, okay, maybe hundreds!) but alas, it came from a rather great treasure of a cookbook called Silly Snacks that my mother gave me a year or so ago and by golly, it worked! Plus, some of you might actually have this book and would see through my deception immediately. Oh, and by the way, if you are a mom and don’t have this cookbook – go get it – now, run, don’t walk!
The originators’ intent was to have this cute little fellow sit atop a bowl of vegetable or chicken noodle soup, decorated with sweet peas for eyes, but being that it was 8:00 AM, soup was not on the menu. So, I adjusted. I put raisins in for the eyes and sprinkled it liberally with cinnamon sugar. Baked for 9 minutes and voila – Piggy Biscuit!!
Here is a shot of the little fellow.
Cute huh?
And guess what? Hannah loved it – and ate it and having this little fellow on the plate encouraged her to eat an egg and a slice of bacon. Do you think that serving bacon with this little piggy was, well, horrible???
Anyway – it was a hit and this morning, at least for the next hour, I am the coolest mom in the world!!
1 comment:
That is adorable!
And no, eating the cute piggy while consuming bacon was not horrible. For those of us who oooooh and aaaaah over the cute fat little pigs that drive through our town every day, several times a day, on the way to a huge-name "pig meat plant," it's a conflict we've learned to live with :) Just don't look at the curly tails and you'll be fine, just fine.
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