Dear Jack: You Eat 4 Eggs and 3 Potatoes Every Day After School

14 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

For nearly a month now, Mommy and I have been providing your “after school snack”,  the moment you get home from school each day:

She bakes you three potatoes and I fry you four eggs. And you eat it all, every time.

I am so happy that you are choosing a daily ritual that includes a healthy amount of protein and fiber.

Maybe this means you’re growing out of your childhood cuisine of pasta and cheese, cheese pizza, and grilled cheese.

I think it’s that your body is growing so much right now, you instinctively are craving food that has more substance and nutrition to it.

So I am happy to help cook for you!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Eat Salad Now?

9 years, 5 months.

Dear Holly,

This week Mommy had to go to Nashville for a few days to run an event she planned for her company at work. So that meant it was up to you (and me?) to pack your lunch for school.

One of the things you packed for yourself was a salad… in a special bowl that allows you to easily pack the dressing separately from the lettuce. It’s a very convenient way for you to take salad to school for lunch.

That makes me so happy that, finally, one of my kids chooses to eat salad.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Sweet and Savory Classroom

9 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

This past Saturday our family tried a new activity: We took a cooking class at Sweet & Savory Classroom in Chattanooga.

I was pleasantly surprised at how we collectively and authentically enjoyed the experience!

As our family worked on our calzones, I took notice of how Mommy and your brother quickly picked up on each new set of instructions; as they confidently and instantly began each next task.

Meanwhile, you and I were in our own similar situation. Our mindset was more, “What could I do to help now that the main job is already done?”

As for me, it meant cooking the Italian sausage for the entire class; including for all the strangers next to us.

For you, it meant carrying the newly prepared ingredients to the next table… as well as being the official “taste tester” for the meat I cooked for the entire class.

I’m still laughing at the thought of how everyone trusted my cooking abilities… when they totally shouldn’t have!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Finally Ate a Taco?

9 years, 2 months.

Dear Holly,

Last week while we were on summer vacation, Mommy made tacos for dinner for us. What I didn’t realize was, despite being 9 years old and even having some Mexican ancestry, you had never eaten a taco before?!

So I made sure to document this historic event: Holly eats a taco for the first time.

Fortunately, you quickly confirmed you liked the taco.

So now in addition to the recently discovered sushi, as well as steak, we will now include tacos as a “new food” that you can eat.

To be fair, I don’t think I had a taco until I was about your age, when Taco Bell opened in our town.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Your First Time at a Japanese Steak House

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

This past weekend you got to go to a dinner theater, of sorts. We went to a Japanese steak house and it just so happened that you got a front row seat for all the action!

The show started out with a bang… or should I say, flame.

I held on to you tightly as we felt the heat and saw the huge flame right in front of us.

But in addition to being entertained by watching our food get cooked in real time, you also truly enjoyed the meal!

I’m glad we were able to go there and have a great time together.

Love,

Daddy