Tonight for dinner we were having roast pork sandwiches. Boy Child has had issues with food and it’s only been in the last 8 months that he has even eaten meat other than chicken. Having a roast pork sandwich is a big thing. In fact tonight’s may have been the first he has had.
I made him two (he wanted BBQ sauce – how weird is that?). All was good until he dumped his plate on the bench with less than half of one eaten. He wouldn't eat the rest because he thought he had seen mould on the bread.
Now the bread was fresh yesterday and it had been used for sandwiches for lunch. I hadn’t noticed anything while I was making the sandwiches for dinner. Mr E and I searched his sandwich for the offending mould. There were some brown marks but none of the blue he swore he saw and insisted was mould. We moved the sandwiches around some more and there is was. A little blue speck. Not even the right colour for mould. It was a piece of fluff from his pyjamas!
Thankfully, he was okay with that and ended up finishing his dinner. It could so easily have gone the other way. This speck of fluff could put him off pork and sandwiches for ever. In fact it probably has. Apparently, now pork makes him feel sick. Poor Boy Child. I wonder how long it will be before he is prepared to risk it again?