May 1, 2008

Just Another Foodie

For those of you who don't know, there are a lot of things that make the Johnson side of the family the wacky, zany, quirky (funny those are all words I use when describing someone else who I think is weird but can't come right out and say it. Strange coincidence? I think not.) family that they are. In fact for Christmas this year Erika and I put together a children's ABC's book with just those things in mind. It was a hit with one recurring theme. More than anything else on the list. More than baseball games, guitar jam sessions, beach activities, singing, Davey Crockett, Weird Al, and Ishtar, we Johnson's love food.

Foodie is a word that has found its way into the lexicon these days and I think it fits (although Erika likes to often evoke the less endearing "Food Snob" on occasion when describing the extents we go to for a good meal). You see a foodie (as defined bywikipedia) is different from a gourmet in that "gourmets are epicures of refined taste who may or may not be professionals in the food industry, whereas foodies are amateurs who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, and news. Gourmets simply want to eat the best food, whereas foodies want to learn everything about food, both the best and the ordinary, and about the science, industry, and personalities surrounding food. For this reason, foodies are sometimes viewed as obsessively interested in all things culinary."

That kinda nails us. Its why Food Network gets Tivo'ed more than any other channel or Williams Sonoma is My favorite store in the mall. You want proof? Read one of my sisters blogs it won't take you long to get the picture - (Michal - Allison).

If you have checked in on this blog with any regularity you may know that tradition is important to us. As is raising up the next generation of Johnson's with an appreciation for those traditions. Scotty being our firstborn gets bombarded at times with the many loves we want to instill in him. But then there are just things that he takes to so easily we know that it was no mistake he ended up with us.

Case in point. It's about that time (according to our baby guru Dr. Sears) to start introducing Scotty to new foods. Not really for nourishment, (he still likes a good home made meal...and by home I mean Mom) but for texture and flavor introduction. The kid has been begging for whatever it is we are eating since he could see that we were eating but it was a bit of a shock at first. Here are a couple of clips of him eating his first bites of rice cereal- the look on his face is classic but don't let it fool you he wanted more. Sorry they're kinda sketchy but all I had was the cell phone.




Since then he has broadened his horizons to include a love of applesauce, avocados, sweet potatoes, small pieces of bread, nibbles of dad's ice cream (when mom's not looking), grass (only when dad's not looking- hey I'm protective of my lawn), and the most unexpected garlic.
That last one has a story and since you are still reading at this point I might as well tell it. Erika and I had gone out to dinner (a rare treat as any new parent and frugal new business owner will tell you.) thanks to a gift certificate from Erika's dad. As the meal wound down We grew tired of Scotty's begging so we started giving him little scraps (wow he sounds like a dog). A little piece of bread here, some avocado there, then I spied the left over garlic from Erika's fries (this and the onions on her sandwich might make you think we don't kiss anymore now that we are parents, but that is not true.....I just like the taste of garlic and onions. ) and thought I might play a trick on my little garbage disposal. So before Erika could veto me I slipped him a small piece. The cartoon-like take he did made me wish I had it on tape. But to our surprise after the initial shock (probably due to the fact that he had been eating bread right before) he chomped it down and begged for more. Alright, I thought. This time I will have my camera ready. Out came the cell phone and in went another slightly larger piece.....and then......nothing. He liked it? Not even a wink from the kid. Well initially I was disappointed, but deep inside I knew that this was yet another sign that this kid is going to be a Johnson through and through. In fact as I contemplate eternity in my minds eye I can seeScotty pre -mortally as he anticipated his chance to have a body and all that this earthly experience meant. And I see him looking forward to the experience of eating good food. And with that in mind looking at our family and saying "thats the one." "Thats the family I'm going to."

Welcome to the family kid......Now if he was only as excited about clearing the table.

7 comments:

  1. I remember when we went to Brick Oven Pizza one vacation when you were about a year old. You sat in the high chair at the end of the table and ate all of the green peppers, onions, mushrooms, tomato, olives, crusts,(scraps) etc. that we offered you from our pizza.

    I defiantly see another foodie in the making. :)

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  2. that is the funniest story ever about the garlic. man, he is braver than me :)

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  3. i love the new look. bronwen seems to be my foodie. she likes all sorts of unusual foods and she always seems to know what is going to be good--like the cookie dough across the room from her.:) your description made my mouth water for garlic fries.

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  4. I'm glad that there are husband that appreciate good garlic breath!
    Scotty sounds adorable--way to go, guys! :)

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  5. so My sister char took the pictures an i possed them. Thanks!

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  6. i love you! please call me my dear...i wish i could have participated in the 5k with you and scotty. yours sounded more fun :) i want to run a half marathon at the end of this year sometime. help me get in shape!!!!

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  7. This makes me think of my own wacky, zany, quirky family. When I come home to visit my mom asks what things I want to do. Inevitably it turns into a list of foods I want to eat. =)

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