Lunch on Saturday in Brugge indicated to me that something wonderful has gradually occurred during our trip. We went to a restaurant called Pitahaus which featured Middle Eastern food. We'd been eating a disproportionate share of cheese and baguettes, not to mention chocolate, so I was relieved to find something different. The girls had tried falafel before but had not previously embraced it. Never had samosas even been on their plates. Pita, sure. A tray of four sauces and a spicy onion chutney, not.
Before the meal was done, we had to order 8 more of the small falafel balls with pita and salad. Julia used small bites of falafel as a conduit to devouring more chutney. Lucy told me the "pink sauce" tasted great on the spicy samosas. Julia, admittedly my more adventurous eater during our regularly scheduled lives, ate a plate of salad using the garlic sauce as dressing. Lucy negotiated politely for the last falafel ball.
All were indicators of a refreshing increase in positive food exploration by my children. I hope it lasts once we get back on the other side of the pond.
Love it! Ned had a lobster roll at Freddy's on Saturday (on our way home from visiting your happy cats, btw) but Tommy is still firmly in cheese sandwich and watermelon territory. Carrie
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