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She will never, not ever, eat a tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand

BLTs for dinner tonight. In this heat, Basil didn’t want to grill and I couldn’t face cooking inside (and well, we are still oven-less).

A work-related phone call rendered the bacon a little extra, shall we say … crispy, but no matter. The sandwiches were delicious. Fresh mozzarella and avocado went on mine. Basil took his with extra mayo (nothing but Hellmann’s will do) and Catherine asked for no lettuce.

At the table she picked off all the tomato slices, too, going for a simple bacon and cheese experience. “Don’t you know I don’t like tomatoes? Don’t you understand me at all?” she asked.

Princess Catherine.

Oh yes, Catherine, I understand you.

You are the girl with the heart of gold and the will of steel, who dreams big, outsized dreams awash in shades of pink and dusted with glitter.

I know you want your PBJ without crusts and your mac and cheese fresh from the box.

That you have so many stories in your head there are notebooks under your bed filled with them (and no, I haven’t peeked).

I know that you wish you were still the same little girl who used to help make the bed so she could pull the “comfortable” up.

That there will always be a soft spot in your heart for Harry Potter and all the life lessons his story represents, and that a book will always be your best friend. I know, too, that you’ll always be fascinated by the Titanic and sea creatures, ancient Egypt and aliens.

That you fear spiders even though you outweigh them many times over, that you’re worried about getting behind the wheel of a car for the first time.

And that you dream of being grown up, but that even with one foot in adulthood you wish upon a star.

I do understand you, sweet pea.

But it wouldn’t have killed you to eat the tomatoes.

About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.


4 thoughts on “She will never, not ever, eat a tomato — and my daughter’s other lines in the sand

  1. that’s right. hahahah. You know looking at the response above about tomatoes giving rashes. My daughter and I like pineapple, but can’t eat it without itchy bumps breaking out on my hand, and Samantha gets scratchy throat and runny nose. funny how even healthy foods can affect us, huh? Perhaps there’s a reason why your daughter doesn’t like tomatoes and doesn’t realize it affects her somehow. It took me until I was 25 to discover the issue w/pineapple. I always thought I was claustrophobic, as well, and later found out (at 40 years old) that I have had asthma my whole life and not claustrophobia, I really couldn’t breathe in certain instances/locations!


    Posted by Sandi Ormsby | January 2, 2013, 10:10 pm
  2. I think she’s on her way!

    Posted by Terri S. Vanech | July 16, 2012, 9:11 pm
  3. Try keeping the food preferences for 3 kids straight! Jon couldn’t eat tomatoes because he got a rash on his face when he did. One didn’t like pork, one didn’t like lobster (not that it was an issue very often), this one like his burgers super well-done, another liked them almost raw. Now we have our grandson here — and he doesn’t eat tomatoes, cucumbers, or peppers, but loves spinach, beets, broccoli, cauliflower and all fish.

    Catherine — come on up and I’ll make you a sandwich without tomatoes — I love tomatoes, but not on sandwiches.

    Posted by Karen Waggoner | July 16, 2012, 9:06 pm

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