I’m always trying to teach my son the truth, correcting inaccuracies about his knowledge (Ok, I haven’t burst his bubble about Santa and the tooth fairy, but I think he goes along with the ruse because of the immense benefits attached – what happens when you stop believing? No more presents?)
I’ve been in a vegan focused stage recently, trying to create healthy vegan foods that are also tasty. Yesterday I whipped up a batch of wheat free vegan chocolate chip cookies (basically using oat flour, organic sugar, flax and carob chips). This was my first vegan cookie adventure, and I have to admit they didn’t look pretty. Undeterred, I put them on the counter.
When my son discovered them, he asked if he could have one. “What kind are they anyway?” . I replied that they were vegan chocolate chip cookies. He took a bite and found them to be delicious. These vegan cookies aren’t bad mom, can I have another?
Now, I know that he doesn’t really understand what Vegan means. He probably thinks it is a type of ethnic cuisine, similar to Mexican or Chinese food. And you know what. I think that is ok for now. I don’t dare creep in the word “healthy” cause that would ruin it.
My husband, the pickier of the two, spied the cookies a bit later in the day. Unfortunately, my husband knows what vegan means and declined to taste one – maybe next time I’ll tell him they are Spanish chocolate chip cookies and see how he reacts.