My husband does not like lettuce. There is a very short list of vegetabley things that might acceptably end up on his plate, with an exclusivity that would put the swankiest of London nightclubs to shame, but lettuce isn’t one of them. Nor is celery.
And when he wants to oust the greenery from the fridge in favour of something we all like, like steak, or quiche, or cheesecake, or … well, yes, anyway, it becomes slightly harder to justify the space.
But now, I have it, the one reason that he will completely understand and credit. Because they’re not just for eating now, now they are part of the creative arsenal and accordingly have protective status.
My lovely Kitty seems to be taking after her Daddy (again); she’d scribble and paint all day long if she could, but there are only so many times you can paint “Mama, Daddy, Kitty, Baby Elma” in four wibbly lines down a fresh sheet of paper before you decide to cut out the paper and just paint your hands, your left eyebrow, and any part of Mama that comes within reach.
A little distraction was in order, and that’s where the salad comes in. It’s essentially potato printing taken to a whole new level, perfect for people like me whose would be supremely skilled at drawing if will power and enthusiasm alone would get you there, but in reality are about to be superceded by the efforts of their toddler. You see, nature has done all the hard work for me. If you cut the stem of a bunch of celery it reveals beautiful rings of overlapping semi-circles,
Add paint and print and you get roses in bloom.
And a Cos lettuce is all spiky angles, a pompom dahlia perhaps, or one of those little succulent cacti.
Kitty really got into painting up the ‘stamps’, carefully dabbing pink paint in each nook and cranny and all over every single one of her fingers, before thumping it all over the paper.
Initially we mixed up the poster paint in a paper plate and dipped them in, but I found that it didn’t transfer enough paint, and made poor stamps, hence the tried and tested paint brush. If the celery/lettuce had had a cleaner cut it might have been better, but we did have to eat it first, and much as I like celery, I baulk at a whole bunch in one go.
I’d originally planned to add little green stems and maybe some fingerprint leaves but she was so keen on the printing that it quickly turned into a rambling abundance and I shelved that plan until next time.
And as I escaped with only the odd smear of pink, most of which I put there myself I’m considering it a success. Next up, what crafty endeavour will stop Kitty from eating the playdoh – any ideas?