Cous Cous Ca Choo
Lilah loves beans of all sorts. Benjamin likes most bean dishes, althoughwhite beans are hit or miss. Zachary would not consider eating a bean if it werecoated in caramel and dipped in chocolate.Lilah thinks squash is one of the seven wonders of the world. Benjamin likessquash unless a better offer comes along. Zachary would switch seats on an airplaneif a squash were sitting next to him.Lilah loves to try new foods, except on the days she doesn’t. Benjaminassumes that any new food must be a treat that we’ve been hiding from him, andusually that turns out to be the case, like when he tried scallops for the first time andadored them. Zachary hasn’t tried a new food since the Bush administration.The first Bush. And Zach wasn’t even born yet.One Monday morning, during some school break or another, I found myself at the grocery store with all three children, a situation I am usually far more adept at avoiding. Sometime between the first and third time the boys decided to wrestle onthe grocery store floor, we went down the rice aisle. “I’m making chickpeas tonight,”I told Benjamin. “Would you like them on rice or with this? It’s a special pastacalled ‘couscous.’”“Um, I want that!” Benjamin replied, assuming if he hadn’t had it before, it must be delicious.Now, their father hates couscous, but, frankly, if I thought about that fact Iwas afraid my head would start to spin around and my nostrils would blow bluesmoke. So, I bought some whole wheat couscous.