Papa and I had a conversation this week about what to serve for a birthday party. Is white flour and sugar ok if it’s “organic”? Does it even matter whether it’s organic or not? Should we spring for a $20 store-bought white cake, or buy a cake mix for 99 cents? Is there any point in worrying about it, since a cake, by definition, is junk food?
Then I realized something. This birthday party is a special occasion. If I served the standard birthday cake, I’d be saying to my sweet boy that yes, normally we eat actual food, but when it’s a really special day, a wonderful day, we eat junk. What kind of impression would that leave? At least, the impression that when life is really good, it’s accompanied by industrial non-food, and not delicious, nourishing celebrations.
We managed to come up with a cake made of real food, and I’m happy to say that he loved it, and has been asking for more ever since. [Insert happy dance here.]