It’s such a normal sight: the family gathered around the table sharing a big ‘ol pizza. Pizza is a fabulous finger food for a toddler, just like grilled cheese sandwiches, cheese sticks, chicken fingers and string cheese.
I’ve never once seen my son eat any of those. (Except homemade chicken fingers I made for him with homemade bread crumb coating. Oh, and he nibbled at a grilled cheese sandwich when we once did a dairy trial that he didn’t tolerate.)
Such basic, universal childhood experiences are verboten for a dairy and egg allergic child; I mourn their loss for Mr. Charm.
So is it surprising that I actually teared up when witnessing this scene?
His first ever pizza!
I found a recipe for quinoa pizza dough, winged it on making a pizza sauce, and topped his pizza with ground beef, red bell peppers and spinach. No cheese, but still…he finally got to experience pizza!
And he really liked it! He ate about half of a 9 inch pizza all by himself.
I cannot possibly express how thrilled I am about this discovery! (Don’t worry – recipe to follow!)
He REALLY liked it!
Have any of you experienced tearful joy witnessing your children eating ‘normal’ childhood foods?
