Little F’s dinner was served sporadically tonight. Or as I like to think of it, in courses. First came the soup course, or in this case the cereal course: a snack pack of organic Golden Graham knock-offs served in the car on the way home from daycare. Next came chips and salsa as the appetizer, which he munched while dinner was cooking. (“It’s ‘picy! I love it!”) The third course was the fruit (not-quite-salad), of course. Little F ate a couple of slices of grapefruit and then two little locally grown yellow plums. (“I want that,” he said pointing at the plums.) After the fruit came the main course: pasta with homemade pesto mixed with a little Alfredo sauce and sprinkled with Parmesan cheese to temper it for a toddler’s taste buds. (“Yummy pasta!”) Finally, for dessert he had onions. Little F picked out all of the onions from my wilted beet greens and ate them off my plate. With my fork. (“I want tomatoes.” “Those are onions, not tomatoes.” “I want onions. Onions are good.”) Who doesn’t appreciate a five course meal on a Thursday night?