Overheard in the kitchen at the House of Fiddle last night:
Cailey: (leaning over the baby gate) “What’s that black thing?”
Me: “Your dinner.”
As you might imagine, since having to put my boy on a wheat, dairy, gluten, yeast, and citrus free diet, I’ve spent an extraordinary amount of time in the kitchen. In fact, I’m in the kitchen right now, with a stack of library cook books propping up my computer.
Like I will become a proficient wheat, dairy, gluten, yeast, and citrus free cook by osmosis.
It could happen.
One happy byproduct of this whole situation, besides my little man feeling GREAT for the first time in his three year old life (he’s been SINGING y’all, never before has he sang), is all the money we’re saving NOT hitting the McDonalds drive-thru every time I climb into the van.
The children, who are all going through McNugget withdrawals, do not see this as a positive. And I didn’t either, until Fiddledaddy sent me this link.
This is the number one reason why I’m extra nice to anyone in the food service industry. Well. Also because my mamma raised me to be polite. And you can never be too careful.
I live in a family of practical jokesters. But, everyone here in the House of Fiddle knows not to mess with mama. Because I am the main preparer of all meals.
I could get even with them in ways that are too horrific to think about. And they know this.
I’ve noticed that since I’m spending extra time in the kitchen these days, the people around here are serving up an extra helping of nice to me.
Which is almost as good as going out to dinner.