My children will make wonderful poor college students in 13+ years. As long as they have free access to ketchup and mayo packets, they will never go hungry.
All of them could make a meal out of just condiments. The meal itself is just "ho-hum" until it requires a sauce of any sort. Then it is taken to a whole new level of excitement. Pancakes? Big puddles of syrup. Bread? Jelly, honey, or peanut butter, please! Hamburgers? Ketchup and Mayo. French Fries? Even Teresa beckons for the ketchup bottle so that she can dip her fries before eating them.
I can just see them now passing up the hotdogs at baseball games in favor of the sauerkraut (Landen) or pickle relish (Teresa). When left to his own devices, I am afraid Nathan will take to drinking Ranch dressing straight from the bottle.
Salt and pepper are favorites, too. There's just something so fascinating about those salt and pepper shakers. Imagine if we had a grinder! They would be sneezing through every meal.
When there are condiments on the table, it takes both David and me to adquately police their dispensing. Yesterday I left the table for a moment to put Teresa down for a nap. I returned to see a half bottle of Salad Toppins' on Nathan's plate as he was covering it with salt and pepper. (He had already eaten the pool of Ranch dressing that he had poured without supervision earlier.) Not surprisingly, this newest concoction was a bit too spicy to eat.
For the most part, my children are open to eating pretty much everything. As long as we have plenty of ketchup on hand.
No comments:
Post a Comment