Aioli Pancakes!
Not really, but there is a show that has totally entranced Baby Balsamic -- Mustard Pancakes!
Of course, you're saying to yourself right now "You let your child watch television? Say it isn't so, Condiment Grrl!" Yes, yes, I started out with a very purist attitude. Baby Balsamic would only play with toys made of wood from living trees that had lost a branch through age or winds, not the oppressive machinery of man. And we would never watch TV, but only spend hours reading wholesome books about nature when we weren't creating living butterfly farms out of organic hemp rope. Yeah, and then she turned 2. Suck it up, people. I'm as human as the rest of you.
And this show is on PBS where there's no commercials unless they're for Mobile Oil. And all she sees during those commercials are Elk frolicking with the joy of having a pipeline running through their terrain.
Okay, fine, I'm going to hell, but I NEED TO DRINK MY COFFEE SOMETIMES.
And I found this show on PBS that I thought at first was a rerun from the late 70s/early 80s. There's this woman in a living room with hideous furniture singing songs surrounded by three puppet dogs (one of whom is named Oogleberry Ink Dog) and one puppet cat. They sing about deep and meaningful things like spilling juice on the carpet and how butterflies in butterfly farms live short, brutish lives.
Really, between Courtney's haircut and clothing and the lighting, it really felt like a show that I used to watch when I was a kid. But it was sweet and it absolutely entranced Baby Balsamic. She loves songs sung on guitar, but it is done much better by her Great Auntie Jane Timberlake. Her "Silly Old Song" is Baby Balsamic's favorite song of all time. And there was something catch about the puppets getting down to songs that sounded a bit like Cat Stevens in his happy 60s druggie days.
And the show is sponsored by a mustard company! Morehouse Foods which apparently, according to their website, just won the Napa Valley Mustard competition this year. I did some grueling research (walked to my kitchen), only to discover that I don't own any Morehouse mustard, but the label is familiar, so I'm sure that I have been in possession at some point.
Now, I'm in a quandary -- what if I'm letting Baby Balsamic watch a show sponsored by a mustard that does not make my taste buds tingle in anticipation the way my new Greek mustard does (Zorba the Thyme mustard is very tasty)? What kind of message am I sending her? What kind of morals am I imparting to her impressionable brain?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go flush some more unfortunate butterflies down the toilet.
Condiment Grrl
P.S. No butterflies were harmed in the creation of this blog post.
Of course, you're saying to yourself right now "You let your child watch television? Say it isn't so, Condiment Grrl!" Yes, yes, I started out with a very purist attitude. Baby Balsamic would only play with toys made of wood from living trees that had lost a branch through age or winds, not the oppressive machinery of man. And we would never watch TV, but only spend hours reading wholesome books about nature when we weren't creating living butterfly farms out of organic hemp rope. Yeah, and then she turned 2. Suck it up, people. I'm as human as the rest of you.
And this show is on PBS where there's no commercials unless they're for Mobile Oil. And all she sees during those commercials are Elk frolicking with the joy of having a pipeline running through their terrain.
Okay, fine, I'm going to hell, but I NEED TO DRINK MY COFFEE SOMETIMES.
And I found this show on PBS that I thought at first was a rerun from the late 70s/early 80s. There's this woman in a living room with hideous furniture singing songs surrounded by three puppet dogs (one of whom is named Oogleberry Ink Dog) and one puppet cat. They sing about deep and meaningful things like spilling juice on the carpet and how butterflies in butterfly farms live short, brutish lives.
Really, between Courtney's haircut and clothing and the lighting, it really felt like a show that I used to watch when I was a kid. But it was sweet and it absolutely entranced Baby Balsamic. She loves songs sung on guitar, but it is done much better by her Great Auntie Jane Timberlake. Her "Silly Old Song" is Baby Balsamic's favorite song of all time. And there was something catch about the puppets getting down to songs that sounded a bit like Cat Stevens in his happy 60s druggie days.
And the show is sponsored by a mustard company! Morehouse Foods which apparently, according to their website, just won the Napa Valley Mustard competition this year. I did some grueling research (walked to my kitchen), only to discover that I don't own any Morehouse mustard, but the label is familiar, so I'm sure that I have been in possession at some point.
Now, I'm in a quandary -- what if I'm letting Baby Balsamic watch a show sponsored by a mustard that does not make my taste buds tingle in anticipation the way my new Greek mustard does (Zorba the Thyme mustard is very tasty)? What kind of message am I sending her? What kind of morals am I imparting to her impressionable brain?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go flush some more unfortunate butterflies down the toilet.
Condiment Grrl
P.S. No butterflies were harmed in the creation of this blog post.
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