His new favorite sandwich is .... (are you ready to barf...Mariko don't read this) peanut butter and mayo. I kid you not. Yesterday I lost all appetite while I watched him slather a ton of mayo on one bread and a ton of peanut butter on another and than happily take bite after bite after bite.
He has all sorts of creations that he comes up with. A lot of it is nasty, according to my taste buds, but he has a fun time and feels ownership and proud of his creations.
We went through a phase where he would always want to make french toast rice cakes, which is what he's holding on the picture above. It was actually not that bad, interesting texture for sure but he could down 3 or 4 of these puppies and loved sharing them. The first time he offered me some I said "no way" and he responded "first you have to take one bite and then you can say no thanks" which is what I had told him earlier that day for lunch and every day before that during any meal where I plan the menu.
Sometimes I wish I was a little more adventurous in my cooking.