Unvirtuous comfort food
Tonight, I wasn't in the mood to be virtuous in the kitchen. Maybe it's the brutally cold weather (-20 degrees Farenheit, and we won't even talk about the windchill). Rob was out tonight; for me and the kids I whipped up a dutch oven pancake, about the easiest thing in my repertoire. Eggs, flour, milk--and I also threw in about a half cup of chocolate chips. Put it in a cast iron skillet and place it the oven for ten minutes. I cooked a banana in Kahlua and butter and put that on top.
The girls gobbled it up with nary a complaint. Wonder of wonder: for once, Fiona eats all her dinner. Fiona doled out the kids vitamin pills to herself and Delia ("So we'll at least have something nutrious tonight.")
Fiona asked for dessert after her portion of the pancake was finished.
I fixed her with my best steely-eyed bitch mom look. "You've had dessert."
"Oh. I thought that was dinner."
I sighed. "It was both."
Boy, it tasted good.
The girls gobbled it up with nary a complaint. Wonder of wonder: for once, Fiona eats all her dinner. Fiona doled out the kids vitamin pills to herself and Delia ("So we'll at least have something nutrious tonight.")
Fiona asked for dessert after her portion of the pancake was finished.
I fixed her with my best steely-eyed bitch mom look. "You've had dessert."
"Oh. I thought that was dinner."
I sighed. "It was both."
Boy, it tasted good.