I have been composing blog posts in my head while I cook dinner, mostly laments for the Grand Ideas I once had about feeding children. Once when my two oldest sons were little, for a weeknight fall dinner I made butternut squash-apple soup and served it with pea souffle. The colors were stunning. The kids didn't eat much but I knew someday they would.
Five years later, I'm still waiting. Marty just saw tonight's soup in the blender and said, "What's that?"
"Fall soup," I told him.
"Foul soup?" he echoed.
I don't even want to know what the others will say. Maybe I should go to Sam's and get a giant bag of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets to save myself the headaches. Right now the biscuit timer is beeping. Update to follow.
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