the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Basmati rice

Although rice is devoid of color, an attribute that is required of any food that enters Leta’s body (she makes an exception for Fruity Pebbles), she has never been a fan. In fact, Leta won’t eat bread or potatoes that are not cut into a specific shape. She’ll look at a piece of dry toast and be like, “Listen. I said bland. It’s like you’re not even trying.”

And then there’s Marlo, my rice and chicken and tomato and pepper eating oddity. Sure she’s using her hands here, but this isn’t about my parenting skills and the fact that I do not possess any. She’s eating food! A food that did not originate in America! A food that was not manufactured in a lab!

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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