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It’s zucchini week.

Zucchini “french fries” have already been rejected. “Mommy, these are too spicy for me.” (Note to self – do not use thai red chili flakes on toddler zucchini “french fries”)

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And wow, I’m so glad that I bought this 8-ball zucchini at the farmer’s market on Sunday. You know, because when you are a full-time working single mom, you have so much time to artfully prepare a stuffed 8 ball zucchini squash between 6:00pm – 6:15pm on Tuesday evening.

But you know what, if Tinker Bell can craft aerodynamic pom-poms for her shoes then I can make a magnificent Tuesday night feast – that will probably not be eaten because it is not mac and cheese.

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The T.V. needs to go to sleep. The babies need your binky. The sandbox is closed. Mommy is allergic to dogs.

Yes, that’s ketchup.  Special “rhubarbian” ketchup courtesy of Jean-Jorge Vongerichten.  And you just smeared it all over your sweet potato fries.  And ate them all with a smile on your face.

No, I didn’t take it personally when you ate a total 3 of my tiny homemade radish chips Saturday morning. It only took me over an hour artfully slicing farmer’s market radishes on a dangerous faux-mandolin from a kitchen discount store.  And I only almost sliced off my entire right palm a couple of times.  Guess what? It only took about 75 radishes to make a half a cup of chips — but who’s counting?  Who would have thought that radishes would dehydrate to the size of M&M’s like shrinky-dinks in the oven anyway?

So when we decided at the Upper West Side farmer’s market that Sunday would be the Imagestart of “rhubarb” week, maybe I did harbor a little ill will.  Chalk it up to post-traumatic radish-induced stress disorder.

And maybe I was a little afraid when I saw that the stalks of rhubarb were half the size of me and thought there was no way on God’s green earth that it would fit in your mouth, let alone that you would put it in your mouth.  So when I saw Vongerichten’s Rhubarb Ketchup recipe, I passively accepted the fact that I would just have to smear the truth to get you to try it.

So I mixed that rhubarb with an almost inconceivable amount of sugar…and you ate it.  And you liked it.  And now you like rhubarb.  You like it a lot.  And that’s how it’s going to be.

Here’s to rhubarb week!

Stay honest.

ImageMy daughter ate raw asparagus on Sunday night – lots of it. It wasn’t artfully sculpted to look like Gumby, Kermit or an alligator. I just peeled it and she ate it. She kept saying, “Try something new.”

I would like to thank some people for making this moment possible. The first – Daniel Tiger – the feline rebirth of Mr. Rogers – for singing the “Gotta Try Foods Because They Might Taste Good” that is readily available on the PBS Kids app.

Second, the GrowNYC Green Market Recipe Series for inspiring me to actually peel fresh asparagus and it eat. I normally drench them in olive oil and roast them for 25 minutes (which tastes delicious) but this time we dared to just peel and eat it without extensive preparation.

The farm in Riverhead, Long Island that grew the asparagus – A bunch was $5.00 – not cheap but worth it.

And finally, Madeline for her courage in the face of adversity.

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