My little brown eyed Miss loves olives. Wait. She adores, craves—if that is possible at one, and thrives on olives. So last night, while the mister left to take a test, we made dinner-- Fried okra and olives. A little unconventional? Yes, but oh so yummy. As a child I loved me some fried okra… and still do. That is what parenting is all about: sharing joys and traditions while providing experience of growth and discovery. I am so in love with our little one, especially with her chubby cheeks full of plump black olives. There were a few times she began to gag, and I had to perform a quick swipe, but oh the joy on her face.
{Avery running up to grab her precious treasures-- before she devoured them}
In the future, when she begins her own journey of parenthood, I hope she remembers these days. Days we spent eating dinner on the living room floor squishing fried okra and olives between our teeth.
**What are some of your childhood treasures?**
Note: I do feed my child other things beside just olives and okra. FYI, just so you don't think I am neglecting little miss nutritionally. Sometimes it is okay to eat just what you love.
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