Beans and Rice

Mitch (my main man) and I are vegetarians. Well, fishetarians really. We eat any fish on the Monterey Bay Aquarium green (and sometimes yell0w) list. My friend Matt calls this West Coast Vegetarianism. Anyway, suffice it to say, that other than my yearly forays into bacon (to be covered in another post, see OB-over baconed), we don't eat much poultry, beef, lamb, pork, etc. We decided when we had kids that we would not ask them to be vegetarians but we wouldn't stock our refrigerator with lots of chicken sticks either. What this means practically is that our girls (2.5 and 0.5 years in age) don't eat much meat. Josie (0.5 years) actually doesn't eat any meat at all since she is a breast-milk only kind of person at this point.





One of the unanticipated, yet hilarious, offshoots of this lack of meat eating is that Lucy (2.5 years) doesn't recognize any play food meat items as such. Instead, she thinks the peperoni pieces on her wooden pizza set (from Aunt Tiiffany and Uncle Jason) are beans and rice and she calls pieces of pizza that she makes with them on them her "beans and rice pizza". The pepperoni pieces in the First Five pre-school fake food set she thinks are berries.





So far Lucy doesn't seem to like meat much anyway. The times she has had turkey, chicken fingers, pepperoni and other meaty items with family or when we are out to eat, she has not been keen on. She is a big fan of the bacon that our buddy Elise sometimes gives her.... That might be genetic.





Only time will tell what other random noise having fishetarian parents will generate. For now, I say rock-on beans and rice pizza girl.