I’ve been in a baking kick lately: gooey s’mores bars, moist banana muffins, and my awesome chocolate cream pie. Ok, the last isn’t baked, but it’s a treat so I’m counting it.
So earlier this week I found a fantastic recipe for red velvet cupcakes (Thank you, Paula Deen!). As I was pouring the finished batter into the muffin tins Savannah came in. A little late, I might add. She usually runs in as soon as she hears the mixer running, but she strolled in rather nonchalantly this time.
She looked a little confused when she first saw the red batter and then her eyes grew big with excitement.
“Are those red velvet cupcakes?”
“Beet muffins,” I responded.
“What’s a beet?”
“It’s a vegetable. Wanna try a taste?”
She looked repulsed when I held out the spatula to her.
“Just try it,” I encouraged her.
She got a very small dot of batter on her finger and tasted it, then stuck out her tongue.
“Are you serious?” I said stunned. Yuck wasn’t quite the response I had expected.
“I don’t like it,” she said with a slightly disgusted look, yet there was still something on her face that told me she wasn’t sure she believed she had just tried beets.
“I can’t believe you don’t like this. Try it again.”
With a little trepidation she took a bigger bite of the batter and with all the drama of her sister she protested, “Oh! It’s horrible!” and ran out with her head thrown back and her arms flying behind her.
Oh the horror of supposedly trying a new vegetable!
A red one at that!!
I finally confessed when Savannah found Pat and me sharing the very tasty leftovers in the mixing bowl and a laugh that our oldest, hater of all things good for her, had immediately hated it just because she thought it was a vegetable.
It’s amazing what we can keep ourselves from enjoying just because of our thoughts….and fears.
Just a little food for thought.