Everything we have to talk about right now is food related.
We're trying the thing where you pick a type of meal for every night for dinner. Ours goes:
Sunday: Popcorn, traditionally
Monday: Soup ("Mom, I smell lentil soup." "Actually, it's Indian cauliflower soup." We loove youu Miss Hannigan.)
Tuesday: Tacos (or taco salad or whatever)
Wednesday: Buena Comida (because this is the night we eat a good meal, often at church)
Thursday: Pasta (because any leftovers can be thrown on a bowl of spaghetti and topped with parmesean cheese)
Friday: Friday Free Day (so Pizza or Nachos)
Saturday: Extremes (because Saturday is either a delicious feast or 2 boxes of mac and cheese)
Like everything, that is flexible and subject to change. Before school started I made a list called 'In The Strictest of All Possible Worlds' where I wrote down a plan that I knew I wouldn't follow: get up early, all lunches packed the night before, clothes laid out, coffee pot set up. It's nice to have goals to alternately reach or abandon.
Both boys have kids with major peanut allergies in their classes, so a recent lunchbox deception was pimento cheese sandwiches. There's been an odd occurrence in this back to school season of people -adults- trying to sell me on an idea and starting with the negative. Why isn't it common knowledge that you start with the positives, the sneak in or spin the negatives, or leave them out. Pimento cheese was marketed as special cheese sandwiches on fancy bread, a real treat in your lunchbox tomorrow. All three kids did the whole lick the bread and bring home an uneaten sandwich.
Rush is on a quest for more independence, so he's been enlisted to help cook dinner. I saw a photo recently of a bell pepper cut into the shape of an octopus sitting in an ocean of hummus. That's not going to fool any of the kids in my house into eating an entire raw bell pepper. But if someone gets to use a real knife to cut green beans, well those are the best steamed green beans ever made.
Tate's at my shoulder asking to bake something, but we're out of butter and the kitchen is clean so...time to distract him with books.
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