Success!

The soup was well received! Our daughter commented at bedtime that one of the good things that happened in her day (a post prayers/pre sleep ritual here) was that she got to try french onion soup for the first time and it was good.

I can't begin to express the joy. One of the hardest things about foster and adoptive children is that they come in to your home with all kinds of habits which may not jive with your particular outlook on what is or is not healthy. In her case it was not that bad thankfully, but there are some things I wish she had never tasted, i.e. fried chicken, and all manner of prepackaged embalmed garbage. I think I'm a tad more sensitive being a vegetarian, but I have to remember that I have habits to amend as well.

Still, when she ask for things like kiwi, plums, and apples with peanut butter in her lunch its all I can do to keep from hugging her and crying for joy. I have to constantly remind myself that the key to this transition is to not make it seem sudden or weird, so that means curtailing the urge to join drum circles and sing kumbaya...;)

wow, something good in my day? I remembered all the things we've accomplished so far.

Goodnight all, I leave you with the poetic response I gave to the question "What's a biennial?" on the discussion of beets.

"You can harvest the first year,
and most people do.
But it won't produce seed,
unless given two."

That does it! I wrote a poem about beets, I've officially crossed the line!