I started my Thanksgiving meal preparations last night. I make a fresh cranberry waldorf salad recipe that I got from my sister Sara. I was rinsing the cranberries with my four-year-old daughter Grace watching.
“Can I have one?” she asked.
I almost said no, but then I pictured the fun it would be to watch her taste it and changed my mind.
“Sure, here ya go,” and I watched closely trying to hide the huge smile on my face.
“Yum, it tastes like apples,” she said.
I couldn’t believe it. I kept watching her, but she seemed to enjoy it. Hmm. Maybe cranberries aren’t as sour as everyone says.
“Can I have another one?” she asked.
Do you know what I did then? I popped one in my mouth wondering if it in fact tasted like apples. Oh. My. Goodness. My mouth contorted first, then my face, my eyes watered, and then I was jumping all around until I finally made it to the sink and spit it all out. “Ewww.”
“I like vegetables,” was Grace’s explanation!