Oh, look…I’ve got some Random today.
I was pleasantly surprised last week when I received an email from someone at Huffington Post – not my favorite publication by any means, but when they tell me they’re doing a feature on recipes using apple cider in the Taste section and would like to make my Autumn Beef Stew part of the article, I think I can find it in me to like them just a little bit more than is normal.
The recipe is #19 in the list, but if you check the little box at the lower left-hand corner of the slideshow next to “sort by ranking” you’ll see it’s #1.
We have The G Man all week, and we’re both a wee bit frustrated with each other when it comes to breakfast. And lunch. And dinner. He’s frustrated because he can’t have peanut butter and jelly and chocolate milk for every meal, and I’m frustrated because he wants peanut butter and jelly and chocolate milk for every meal.
I can get him to eat
part of a scrambled egg if I sneak it into a grilled cheese sandwich (he is surprisingly accepting of my choice of sprouted oat bread), but generally will only eat half of it. So this morning I only made half a sandwich…of which he ate half.
We won’t even go into the fiasco of the Swedish meatball and broccoli dinner last night.
One of us is going to persevere, ahem, and I can only hope he will still love his Meema when Mommy comes back from her cruise on Sunday.
He’s an amusing and surprisingly adroit little bugger, though. One day when Jolly picked him up from the sitter, he had scribbled all over his arm with a marker.
“What’s on your arm?” she asked.
He looked at her like she’d lost her mind.
“My fingers, Mommy.”
Since yesterday was a holiday here in the states, The Young One had the day off from school…but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have a thing or three to say about it.
“Columbus Day? That’s stupid – Columbus didn’t discover America, the Vikings did!” (Yes, we too shall conveniently ignore the Native Americans for the time being.)
“So, what – you want ‘Erik the Red Day’ instead?”
He shrugged. “Works for me.”
This coming from a kid whose friends have formed an Anarchists Club at school – if you show up for a meeting, you’re kicked out.
Okay, I’m done. Go forth, visit Stacy and behold more Random Tuesday Thoughts.