A tale of red rice

I couldn't resist posting this photo of Leo enjoying red rice at a local Berkeley Mexican restaurant tonight. My parents tell stories of taking me out to Mexican restaurants in L.A. when I was a baby and putting me in the high chair with a pile of red rice on the tray. I wish I could say I remember the way the soft, fluffy rice felt as I squeezed it in my little hands, but sadly I don't remember. I only know these memories from my parents sharing them over the years. But I do know that I love Mexican red rice to this day. And even before I was pregnant with Leo, I dreamed of doing the same thing with my own child someday. Here we are...