I have this little son Oliver...
He is small and very funny.
Sometimes I give Oliver his dinner.
This is a hard job. Oliver is a very fussy eater. And Oliver loves tomatoes. :)
Except Oliver must have a refined, aged balsamic vinegar drizzled ever so lightly onto his tomatoes. Let me be clear, he prefers a vinegar to a vinaigrette. Each bite must have a tad bit of red onion, a tear of basil leaf and a small nugget of mild blue cheese.
And then it really must be organic.
Oliver has discerning tastes.
Can't say I blame him.
And he's still the sweetest, kindest, most loving little boy I know. Thank you God for the best gift ever.
He will be 6 next month. How did he get from a little baby...
... to this?
Adapted from from I Will Not Ever Never Eat a Tomato.