Tea: Mandarin Orange
Music: Earth, Wind & Fire, "Fantasy"
Time: Night
My youngest daughter doesn't like mushrooms, but I can get her to eat shiitakes if I soak them in vanilla Lapsang tea and include them in spicy stir-fries.
Her older sister doesn't eat coconut ... until tonight.
I made Gobi Foogath (Spicy Fried Cabbage) as a side dish for egg curry, and the recipe (taken from my battered edition of Charmaine Solomon's The Complete Asian Cookbook, which can also be found online here) calls for two tablespoons of dried coconut, stirred in at the end.
It came time to add the coconut. I looked at the futon, where my unsuspecting daughter sat, blithely doing her homework. I looked at the bag of white shreds, back at my daughter ... and poured in a generous handful.
Of course, I told her. But I was restrained about it. I kept my dancing and chanting of "I got you to eat COconut ... I got you to eat COconut," to a meager thirty seconds.
Then she had to ruin the moment by shrugging and saying, "Oh, well. I couldn't taste it."
Sheesh. Waste of a perfectly good gloat.
Tonight's scary story: M.R. James, "Canon Alberic's Scrapbook"
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