I know it might sound obnoxious at first and that I sound a little like Martha Stewart with that headline, but I like the idea of raising gourmet kids. By “gourmet,” I don’t mean kids who demand white tablecloths and truffle oil. What I mean is simply someone with an appreciation of good food. Here’s how Webster’s defines it:
I used to walk right past the jars of wheat germ and packages of flax seed at my local food co-op. That stuff’s for hippies, right?
Then one day I was visiting a friend, and she served me a bowl of oatmeal, sprinkled with a handful of shiny brown seeds. Flax. I tasted it gingerly. They were a crunchy contrast to the creamy oatmeal, with a warm, nutty flavor that perfectly complemented the drizzle of maple syrup that also adorned my bowl. Yum.
Sometimes even the most detailed shopping list and most carefully scheduled meal planning doesn’t help. This was the case for us this week.