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Tell Me You Love Me

June 4, 2009

Last night I made Baked Ziti, at G.’s request. He always says he is fond of this dish, but the last time I made it when he asked he didn’t eat any. That was a couple of months ago, so when he forlornly noted yesterday that I never make “make ziti” anymore, I promised I’d make that night for dinner. And I did.

First, the promise of the Baked Ziti at home was enough to get him out of his favorite friend’s house, where they had been hiding to prevent me from bringing the playdate to an end. Then, as we sat down to eat, the lovefest started. After the second compliment, I grabbed a pen and paper to chronicle the rare gushing over my cooking:

• “Mmmmm, this is delicioso!”
• “Yummy yummy in my tummy!”
• “This is so good I could eat it for dessert.”
• “After this can I have more ‘make ziti’?”
• “I’m so glad you bought ‘make ziti’ Mommy.”

And in between all that commentary on my cooking, he threw in a bunch of “I love you, Mom”s for good measure. Now I have to toe the fine line between making it too often so that he might reject it, and just often enough so that it remains a favorite treat.

Filed under: Things I Love,Thinking Out Loud,Who ate it?