I used to be so smug. Before I had kids, I used to insist, oh, my children will eat only healthy foods. (And will only play with wooden toys and will never interrupt when I’m on the phone and will always gleefully obey without complaint.) Then they were born, and lo, they had minds of their own.
Now while they really are great kids, my daughter in particular has a penchant for sweets. “All my teeth are sweet!” she announced when she was just a tiny thing. So when she went off to camp the summer of 2011, I knew she’d try to survive for three weeks on white bread and chocolate milk. Without me to put green veggies on her plate, I knew the only colors in her diet would be red dye #40, green dye #3, or yellow dye #5.
One of the 21 camp stories from that summer featured a girl named Brûlée who refused to eat vegetables until she was so sluggish and unhealthy that she could hardly make it through the candy aisle anymore–a not-so-subtle reminder to mix in a salad occasionally. So to those of you who’ve resolved to go greener in 2013, I send you “How Brûlée Éclair Broke The Artichoke’s Heart.”