Woo-hoo! Silverbeet-Sneak-Attack!

Last week I went to my very first Tupperware party. I felt like such a Big Important Person. This is what grown ups do! What parents do!
When my Beloved dropped me off my Sprocket, keenly observing the-deserting-mummy from the back seat, saw the other women waiting at the door and decided that mummy was going to a 'birthday-to-you' party. (He had been to a birthday party at the same house recently.)
Home made baked cheese cake and scrumptious more-ish dips - it felt like a party. Mmmm. 
But the most exciting thing was today when the goodies I ordered arrived and I used the cutter-upper-er that works when you pull a string to pulverise veggies and the handle turning beater to make eggs frothy-as and produced a frittata which the Sprocket ate.  
The Sprocket has certain requirements to his food: pasta or rice that is untouched by the stain of any veggie is acceptable, sausages are do-able, anything containing sugar is a hit. Fruit he loves but after he takes a bite out of it he considers it impure and discards it. 
But... he ate the frittata.
My Sprocket ate silverbeet, tomato and parsley, cleverly disguised. Woo-hoo!
Now that is worthy of a party!