Poor Man’s Parsley?

Tonight we ate salmon with basil butter, mashed potatoes, and green beans.

Cody served himself a piece of the salmon which happened to have a large sprig of parsley on the top.  He was uncertain what it was, so he asked.  Husband told him it was a garnish and not meant for eating.

(Can you tell we don’t get out much to fancy places?)

Cody considered this for a moment.  Then he picked up the greenery and popped it into his mouth.  He proudly proclaimed that he had eaten the garnish.  Dinner continued on.

On Cody’s second helping of potatoes, resting eloquently on top, was a singular piece of black pet fur (we have both black dogs and cats so as to the particular species this stray strand came from, I know not.)

He was thrilled as he picked it off.  “Look!  Black garnish!” he exclaimed, thrusting the pet hair into the air between finger and thumb.

At least this “garnish” he chose not to eat. 

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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8 Responses to Poor Man’s Parsley?

  1. So glad he didn’t attempt to eat it!

  2. Cody never ceases to delight 😊

  3. In our culture is fine to eat garnish if it’s on your plate. You can choose not to eat, but it’s fine to eat too, even in fancy places. See, he didn’t do anything wrong, always there are two sides and different experiences. 😊 P.S. That’s not apply to black garnish x

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