We all went out for an impromptu lunch today to a new Portuguese/Mediterranean joint in our neighbourhood.
The adults ordered the Pollo Piri Piri – a fiery little number involving bell peppers and red chiles…..boy was it good.
The Gastrokids split a plate of penne arrabiatta…..and yes, when I tasted it to gauge the temperature for my little one, it also had a bit of a kick to it.
Hence a dilemma. Do I tell my four year old that it might be a little spicy and have him decide there and then to claim he can’t eat it? Or do I just say nothing and see if he turns bright red and smoke comes out of his ears?
I decided on the latter form of subterfuge (also hoping my 18 month old wouldn’t burst into tears).
Guess what? They both ate it just fine……though my son did point out it was a bit spicy (but tasty too) while the only potest/commentary offered by my little girl was a deliberate hand sign request for milk halfway through the meal (seeing as she can’t be bothered to talk we’ve been teaching her sign language….it might make the teenage years more bearable at any rate!).
There. That’s my spicy confession. What they don’t know won’t hurt them I reckon.