Playing with his food

We met up with some friends (the Lachenmans, actually) for a traditional New Year's Day lunch at a newish restaurant in Pittsburgh called Salt of the Earth. The restaurant was serving only pork and sauerkraut or a vegetarian version of this auspicious dish Saturday.  It was, amazingly delicious, and I say amazingly because I normally hate sauerkraut and by the end of the day, I had eaten two helpings.

At one point I was absorbed in my lunch and conversation with Jen that I hadn't noticed that Myles' plate had inspired him, ahem, to sculpt with his food. The gravy in the mashed potato crater, the fresh red cabbage sprouts, the hills, the valleys, the topography of his food all distracted him from eating and diverted him into creating. Dinosaurs surely inhabited this terrain.


It wasn't the first time, though I would have thought he would have outgrown it by now.