The Texture Of Things

A Letter to S., Our Food Friend

December 2nd, 2007

Dear S.,

Last week’s cupcake experiment went about as well as I could have hoped. The ice cream cone seemed to do the trick. It provided a dry, smooth handle for the tot to grasp, making the prospect of bringing something potentially messy to her face easier to tolerate.

That, actually, was not that great a hurdle to cross. We have known of her desire to eat cupcakes for the last, what? 8 or 9 months now? We know that she in fact licked frosting off of them on two occasions at day care, but we were never able to repeat that success. Until last Tuesday. Perhaps the combined threat of cone-as-handle plus keeping the cupcake low in the cup, with the frosting just cresting the top of the cone the key to our success.

So I am writing this today because I want to tell you about the birthday party the tot and I went to on Friday night. It was, in a word, chaos. It was, in more words, not a recipe for success. The tot had fallen asleep on the way home from my work, and she slept through getting out and back into the car again to go to the party. And I don’t need to tell you how slow she is to warm up when she’s just woken up. Add to that the facts that the kids at the party are W.I.L.D., that the only food there was pizza (ha! – thank goodness I packed a Pedi@sure), and that although she’s met these kids before she has never liked to play with most of them, nor had she been to their house.

As you can imagine, I was floored when she happily picked at the piece of birthday cake she was served. It was an inside piece, with dark, dark chocolate crumbs dragged through the cut edges of the white frosting. Yet she never wavered. It was sitting in a puddle of cookies and cream ice cream, wet and foreign, yet she never wavered. She reached into the frosting and picked up the tiny shards of purple and pink sugar sprinkles, eating them and the smudges of frosting they came up with. She licked her fingers and stuck them in for more. She held up a fingerfull of frosting and crumbs at one point, as if to say to me, “What’s up with this?” I said, “Yum! That’s the good part. Gotta lick it off.” And she did.

The tot is turning 3.5 this week, and I have new hope for next summer’s birthday party. Yes, I admit it might be a bit foolish to have my hopes up already, but it’s kind of fun to daydream that this next birthday might be the one when my daughter – my only child – eats some of her own birthday cake for the first time. What fun it will be! I hope she loves it like a kid should.

So thanks, S. We are getting somewhere, and it is fantastic.

4 Comments »

  1. KLee says

    Woot! The tot is making progress! Hooray! Just in time for all those holiday yummies!

    December 3rd, 2007 | #

  2. Steph says

    HUZZAH!!!! Frosting for everyone!!!

    December 3rd, 2007 | #

  3. coffeypot says

    Finger frosting is the best part of a cake.

    December 4th, 2007 | #

  4. admin says

    That’s what I’ve been trying to tell the tot for 3 long years, coffeypot!

    December 4th, 2007 | #

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