Poppy is crying right now, because she’s hungry but she doesn’t want gnocchi. She’s uncomfortable, but she isn’t starving. I know that, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see her so upset when I know a peanut butter sandwich would “fix” the problem.

I was surprised that she was so vehemently opposed to trying the gnocchi, because she helped me make it. So she knew there wasn’t anything terrible in it. Like green peas.

Speaking of which …

Poppy did give last night’s samosas a try. The first bite she took was all green peas. It was also the last bite she took. The important thing to me, though, is that she actually tried it. I was proud of her.