What can I say? 3B loves broccoli. I’m not complaining one bit; it shows good taste in few different ways.
But, I have to admit, it’s a bit odd how much he likes his veggies–peas, black beans, white beans, corn, squash–and even his raw tofu, which I think he likes even more than his tofu pups or soy “chicken” nuggets. I guess he really is our child, huh? Who else other than the child of two vegetarians would love that stuff?
Earlier this week, he even dug on Mama’s tomato basil quiche–stealing about half of my piece. He also regularly steals my pieces of Mama’s whole wheat zucchini bread, even after eating his whole piece of it.
No surprise then that this morning he loved the farmer’s market, especially the stand with the fresh greens (add mixed bean sprouts for a buck), homemade marinade, and handmade tempeh burgers where the guy greeted us with a hearty, “Good morning, brother!” (I wonder if that’s how he greeted the retired Army officer from Wyoming with the chicken and egg stand next to his.) OK, comrade, half a bag of the shrub clippings and don’t talk to my son–I’ve already made him enough of a hippie on my own.
Just kidding, of course. I assume that 3B will be a chip off the old crunchy granola bar–until he rebels in puberty and becomes a lobbyist for Republican bankers–so it’s probably good that he gets to know his peeps as soon as possible.
Speaking of knowing his peeps, I’m sure that 3B will be glad to know that the reason that Manah Manah and Choppin’ Broccoli are malignant earworms 30 years from now is because I used to sing the former when feeding him bananas (“banananah doot doo dee doo doo”) and the latter when watching him chomp his broccoli, as you can see him do here, with slightly more professional accompaniment:
Apologies about the quality, King. I didn’t have time to jump up and grab the real camera, so I had to make do with my phone. Don’t worry, though, the walking video will be shot on the real deal.