Today, after one full week of the Eat Local Challenge under our belts, I took the Preschooler to a Carnival-themed party at his friend’s house. There were snacks and games and prizes and such. The Preschooler camped out in front of the food table for at least 45 minutes, scarfing down pretzels and potato chips by the fistful. Every once in a while, he’d stop to take a breath and say something like:
Him: Mommy, these pretzels are REALLY good. Aren’t they good, Mommy?
Me: (with mouth full of pretzels) Uh huh, really good.
Him: The chips are good, too.
Me: (with mouth full of chips) Good, yeah.
Him: And the hot dog…
Me: I’m way ahead of you.
Him: Yeah…this is the best hot dog I ever had.
Me: Mmmhmmm. (Sweet Jesus, don’t make me go back home.)
Are you by any chance a converted Calvinist or something? This self inflicted 'torture' worries me Tammy!
Posted by: ilva | September 09, 2007 at 12:34 PM
For the record, she did come home. I was waiting with armloads of leftover homemade wheat bread, leftover barley, leftover polenta, and more homemeade wheat bread. No chips.
I am starting a new blog: 1001 Ways to Eat Wheat Bread.
Only 21 more days to go! Saints preserve us!
Posted by: Husband | September 09, 2007 at 12:59 PM
Makes me tired just *thinking* about it!
Posted by: Sally | September 10, 2007 at 07:13 AM
Sally: At least I'm not tired AND starving. I was really worried about the starving thing.
Husband: Let the blog wars begin.
Ilva: I'm a recovering Catholic. Still, you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Posted by: Tammy | September 10, 2007 at 10:18 PM