I would consider myself a supportive parent. I even wrote a blog post about potential careers for my son when he grows up. Like any reasonable human, that support has limits.

My 2-year-old received a toy kitchen for Christmas from his Nana. While he’s shown great potential in other areas, I’m a little bit concerned about some of his culinary work to this point. It should be noted that I’m not a fussy eater. I have pretty much lived my life as a member of the clean plate club. My son’s toy kitchen antics could have me rethinking that later in life.

Another way for me to look at Jamie’s culinary adventure is to be impressed with his creativity, and to realize he’s just a toddler. Maybe I will come around to this viewpoint if I can keep him out of the real kitchen until he’s 21.

Here are a few of the toddler recipes he worked up for his mother and I over the last few days. Anyone who wants to come over for dinner is welcome to join us. I hope you brought your appetite:

• Chocolate Hershey’s bar with sardines. Yes, out of ALL the toy food ingredients he has, these are the two things he stuck in the same bowl. If we’re going for sweet, I think I’ll stick with Swedish Fish. There’s no chocolate, but it would still be the safer bet. On a side note, what toy kitchen is complete without sardines?

• Boiled hamburger buns. I’m not sure they would even survive. Maybe that’s because I haven’t tried it. Could this be the secret to a great burger?

• Fried strawberries. Who looks at a strawberry and says: “I wonder what that’s going to taste like after it’s been on a frying pan?” I’d hate to see what he’d put over these to add flavor.

• Coffee with salt. They may look similar, but salt is not an acceptable sugar substitute. Ever.

• Boiled grapes. I really don’t know what this fruit would taste like after being dipped in a pot of scalding-hot water. Maybe there’s a reason.

• Eggplant and watermelon. He also placed these two strange bedfellows in a bowl together. Not sure what the desired outcome is.

It may be too soon to tell, but I don’t think I’m raising the next Julia Child. I might have to wait until he goes to culinary school for real before I eat anything he cooks. Of course he’s 2 and learning how to play with fake food. So who knows where any of his interests go.

In case there’s anyone out there feeling brave, this blog post doubles as an open invitation to dinner. Jamie is in front of the stove. Before you take me up on that, ask yourself this:

Would you trust someone who stirs their coffee with a fork? Think long and hard before you answer that question.