Burgers, oven fries, tomato salad with olives and capers.
Nothing remarkable about tonight except: One! Big! Thing!
Eli ate a hamburger.
To understand how remarkable was his eating of the burger, a person would have to live at our house. A person would have to watch Eli, meal after meal after God-help-me meal, reject all protein except for chicken nuggets. (I exaggerate, of course. Last month he ate half a meatball. A few weeks ago he ate two bites of a peanut butter sandwich. So really, he has plenty of variety in his diet, see?) To really get it, A person would have to repeatedly prepare and present a wide range of delicious food and then have it rejected with a conversational, "No, mommy. I hate it."
But a few weeks ago, Eli received as a gift a McDonald's cash register and accompanying false McDonald's food. The food items included not only his beloved nuggets, but also the components of a McBurger. Such that when playing "Old McDonald's," as he calls it, sometimes he will eat a pretend burger.
And more recently, Eli discovered the joys of ketchup.
So tonight, convergence. A mini-burger, toddler-fist-sized, prepared specially for him. A mound of ketchup next to it. "Look, a burger! You can dip it!" And he did.