[m i a o w] the cat

Ok. So there is nothing more likely to push M into making up with me than the introduction of one or more people - even if that person is his mother. Once he gets a bufferzone in between me and himself, he melts like butter in the sun. That said, I still watched with evil delight as his salad theory fell down around his tweaky little ears. To explain this I must step back to slightly more than a week ago when I was wondering what I would cook when my mum and nan stayed for a week. I laboured long an hard over a list of things I thought we could have - and as I tend to flee from the pressures of cooking for others I asked M for input. I could see him mentally leafing through the few pages of my very limited repertoire;
“Potato salad? You make great potato salad.”
I waited, but his statement had an air of finality.
“I can’t feed my mum and my nan a meal of just potato salad,” I explained gently. “They come from a land where meals have more than one facet.”
M was stubborn.
“Potato salad is a meal.”
“No, it’s a salad. That’s why it’s not called Potato Meal.”
“Potato salad is a meal. I would eat it as a meal.”
“Fine. But I am not going to feed my mother, or my octogenarian Nana potato salad as a meal.”
“Fine,” said M, knowing he was momentarily beaten and opting for a different tack. “How come you’re cooking anyway? How come you never cook and you’re cooking now? Don’t you like my cooking?”

…anyway, last night he got to try his ’salad is a meal’ theory. He does it all the time on the both of us - he makes a killer tuna-parmesan-lettuce-tomato-basil salad with rye bread croutons fried in garlic and butter - and it is definitely, for us, a meal. However, he presented his mother with it last night. His octogenarian mother. And she picked at it. Managed about 20% of it. And then gave up. I am hoping, slowly but surely, that M is learning that what is good for him and I is not necessarily going to be embraced by people who have eaten meat and three veg for longer than he’s been alive.

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Salad is a meal… This got me thinking about that Seinfeld episode where that bloke tried to get Jerry to buy him a meal, for a suit. He has soup and then claims it isn’t a meal.

Made me laugh… ;D

Rae typed this on Apr 08 04 at 10:10 pm

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