We're grateful that Laurel eats the same food that we do: she's particular fans of brussel sprouts and beets.
Luke was in Cambridge yesterday and brought dinner home from Basta Pasta. I always order the chicken cacciatore, and his favorite is the puttenesca. This morning he ate leftovers for breakfast and Laurel hounded him for "A bite, a bite!" Now, Basta Pasta dishes with its homemade fusilli is sacred to us, and Luke just didn't want to share. He pierced an anchovy with his fork and gave it to her, saying, "This will cure her." She chowed down without hesitation and demanded, "Another bite! Another bite!" What's next, offal?