Yummy Malaysiana: fried egg sandwich with bacon and blue cheese

Due to a delightful clerical error (a scheduled babysitter when we forgot Alex would be home from work), I got to have a weekday lunch with my husband on Presidents Day. In a restaurant. With linens on the table and no sippy cups in a two-table radius! Oh, and maybe something petite, bubbly and pink in a glass. I admit nothing. But man, sometimes I think everyone should have kids just so they can get 80 times the joy out of excursions that would have been ordinary in another era. I am joking, of course. You should have kids because you detest sleeping past 6 a.m. Whoops, there I go again. It must be the pink bubbly.

Its hardly a revolutionary concept, but like most parents, when away from a toddlers totally respectably developed (his enthusiasm for both millet and cod, for goodness sake, far outweigh mine) but still quintessentially two year-old (Mommy clean this he said yesterday about a fleck of parsley on his carrot, while his father nearly fell off his chair laughing) palette, I go immediately for things he wont go near, because, its cool, we can wait until your third birthday to introduce you do the joys of Sriracha. That day, it was a uber-bitter radicchio salad but quite often, its even simper stuff runny eggs, blue cheese, scratchy lettuces, si! gh.

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