Don’t Point That Menu at My Child, Please – New York Times

Don’t Point That Menu at My Child, Please – New York Times:
I really enjoyed this article, which (if the NYT has expired it from public view, is about the growing movement against the concept of a special kid’s menu which seems to be frequently filled with chicken fingers and fries). It makes a lot of sense to me. Not from a parent’s perspective (because I’ve still got a decent bit of time before I’ll be a parent, unless fate intervenes), but from the perspective of someone who’s just tired of the dumbing-down of culture in general. Kids have taste buds that work just as well as adults; why not give ’em stuff that will be tasty, but not “taste like chicken” (to steal an overly-clichéd phrase)?

It’s my sincere hope that when I have children in the not-so-distant future, they’ll be encouraged (nay, required) to eat what the rest of the family is eating, or if at a restaurant, at least to eat something that fits with the cuisine. Heck, it’s what I did when I was growing up (mostly), and aside from an irrational dislike of salads which I finally overcame when I hit college, I turned out just fine.

A little too fine, if the scales have anything to say, but at least I’m comfortable trying any food at least once (and lots of ’em more than once). I probably won’t eat sea urchin again any time soon, but at least I tried it in the first place. It was an experience more satisfying (to the culinary soul, if I may be poetic) than a box of Chicken McNuggets® could ever be.

Hey, Google! That’s nifty!

3:14 AM

That’s a piece of a screenshot that I took this morning at 3:14 AM. It’s from my iGoogle page (you know, that customized home page that Google will give you if you go to I hit refresh at 3:15 AM, and it was gone.

Just your daily moment of “hey, that’s neat”.

N.B. I’m almost always asleep at 3:15 PM, so I don’t know if this is a 12-hour thing, or a 24-hour thing. Maybe someone who has the time can check and leave a comment?

Edit 14-May-2007 0530 AM: Of course it’s not a 12-hour thing. There’s no stars in the middle of the afternoon. So a hat-tip to Google; you’re way more geeky than I am. But I appreciate that.