Gourmet Daryl

(Note: After a couple of picture posts, it's time to go back to the normal posts.)

Daryl simply loves eating. But wait a second, he isn't that crazy about his milk or congee or those sorts of baby food. He's crazy about the adult food. (When I said the word "adult", I didn't have anything remotely related to NC17 or X-rated in mind. But now I do.)

And don't blame us. We are not the culprit.

As many of you can testify under oath, you didn't kill anyone, and elderly people are sometimes are just as naughty as the young kids. They will try every trick up in their sleeves just to poke fun at and annoy you.

Perhaps we have been way too protective. We simply don't want Daryl to be exposed to any risk or danger that the smallest thing may bring about, including food and other possible allergens. So we have been extremely careful in choosing and preparing food for him.

But like many other elderly people, my mother-in-law (Oops, this is a possible landmine situation. I've got to be very careful here. Otherwise my lovely wife will spank me, hard.) loves to feed Daryl with all sorts of food. Long before Daryl had had his first tooth, she had already given him bread, rice, soup and biscuits, all these kinds of things, when we are away for work. In fact, she's so naughty that she would feed Daryl the "contrabands" when our domestic helper looks or walks the other way.

I have known her for over a decade now and have never noticed her funnier and naughtier side, until now.

I don't have a problem about the food itself, as Daryl will someday start eating them anyway. The problem is, once Daryl knows how good the adult toys, no, food tastes, he will no longer want to eat his simple, plain and tasteless baby food. That's why whenever we are having meals at home now, he would stick his neck out like a giraffe, hoping to see what we are eating.

The other day when we showed him a piece of pork chop, a big drop of saliva came straight out of his mouth and onto our dining table, just like the B-2 Spirit bombers raiding Baghdad, as if he had been starving for decades.

Of course we didn't let him eat it. But hopefully that won't make him think that we are being mean, especially when he sees how fat his daddy is, which may have led him think that his daddy has eaten all his food.

And I certainly wouldn't mind eating his healthy food.