Dip Dip

I only have myself to blame.

It all started many months ago.  Every morning Mommy needs her “hot tea.”  Really, how can I get up at 4 to 5am for years on end without a little bit of caffeine?  Jakey really wanted to try it so I invented “dip dip.”  I would take his nigh nigh and pretend to dip it in my tea cup for him.  It was a runaway hit.

Pretty soon, almost all foods needed dip dip.  Fortunately, you can turn lots of things into dip.  Yogurt, milk, peanut butter, salsa, syrup, BBQ sauce, jam.  But I can’t have a kid that only eats food that’s been dipped in ketchup and ranch.  Even if it is organic ketchup or sustainable ranch.  Vegetables must maintain their delicious reputations… alone.  I began to worry we were on the brink of dip dip spinning out of control.  Fortunately, he’s back to eating carrots.  Plain.

Dinner tonight?  Apple slices and pan (bread) dip dip in Manhattan clam chowder.

I only have myself to blame.