By Diane Ako
My poor kid. I know she's very smart and yet I don't always listen to her.
In my haste to get everything done I have sometimes almost fed her some messed up things: Hot dog tea and maple syrup juice.
Someone made her a hot dog. It could have been me or her dad, but at this point I forget. (Typical me.)
The water was sitting on the stove in the pot, and had gone cold. Background: every evening I prepare a saucepan of 40 oz. of water for my tea to take to work. I drink that during the show. Therefore, seeing a pot of water on the stove is common in our house.
Olivia asked me to make her hot water and honey for her store throat. I warmed the water and thought it smelled faintly odd, but I couldn't be sure because she had given me her cold and I couldn't smell.
I brought it over to her and asked her to check it. "Smells weird."
"Are you sure? Maybe it's because you've been eating menthol cough drops," I questioned.
Good thing her dad was home and emerged just then. "Claus, is this weird water?"
He smelled it. "This is hot dog water," he pronounced.
I don't know why I doubt my kid.
Second instance. We had breakfast out and she never can finish her waffles, so she requested a to-go box. The waiter brought it with a kid's plastic cup with a lid. I thought he kindly put her unfinished apple juice inside.
Later, she asked me for something to drink. "Here's your apple juice," I offered.
Once again, I was hurrying to get something or other accomplished and half focused.
"Mommy? This looks weird."
I peered inside the cup. It was dark, but maybe it was a shadow. "Just drink it. It'll be fine."
She sipped it. "Mommy. This is really thick."
*sigh* Can I have just one minute without interruptions?
"Let me see." I walk over and move the cup around to see what she is complaining about. She was right. It was very viscous.
Why would apple juice do that? Unless... oh... yeah... it's maple syrup.
"Oops. Sorry. I didn't realize the waiter gave us syrup, too. You were right."
So now I get a lot of heat around this kitchen when I serve people things that don't look quite right. I've lost my credibility for feeding people foods that are actually as advertised.