Dim sum for Thanksgiving—not as unique as it sounds

It turns out that neither going to the Smithsonian nor going out for dim sum for Thanksgiving is such a unique idea after all.  The American History Museum was packed with families yesterday and we had to take a ticket and wait in line at the dim sum restaurant, which was still overflowing at 12:30 even though it seats 150 people.

I would love to make dim sum a new Thanksgiving tradition. Dim sum personifies my number-one reason for eating out: to eat things I cannot (or will not take the time to) make at home. (Perhaps I could master one or two of the dishes there, but the beauty of dim sum is the constantly changing variety). We ate sticky beef noodle crepes, taro root dumplings filled with mushrooms and a savory sauce, radish cakes (which don't taste like radishes at all, more like sticky rice and bacon), steamed buns with pork, shrimp dumplings, stuffed bean curd, and more. It was fun to get to select the little trays of food off the carts the Chinese ladies wheel around the tables.

There's one little problem: PE sat through most of the meal with her eyes moist, her lips puckered.  We thought she would like dim sum since she loves tofu (but only if bland and uncooked), rice and dumplings. And she has loved the idea of dim sum since reading Dim Sum for Everyone when she was in preschool. Alas, the food was just too exotic for her.  She wouldn't touch the sticky noodle crepe, which was really just a long steamed dumpling; she ate the steamed bun until she hit the center and found a slice of onion; and we had to keep the shrimp dishes on the other side of the table so she wouldn't have to smell them. The only thing she finally ate was the stuffed bean curd, whose center was like the center of a meat dumpling. She pulled off the bean curd skin and ate the inside.

It's hard to enjoy a meal when one of your fellow diners is unhappy and hungry.  And, though he ate a share of the food, TA was soon stuffed, leaving D and me to eat more radish cake than we wanted; we were too full for the steamed Chinese broccoli when it finally came around (our meal was missing a vegetable).

I'm not sure there is a lesson in any of this, if this means we'll have to crawl back to more traditional fare from now on, so that everyone will eat and be happy. Maybe we'll try again at Thanksgiving in a couple of years, when PE might not be so picky, or we should go there some other time, with more adventurous eaters as our dinner companions.