Kids Want Carbs!

Two steps forward, one step back.

From a conversation this week with our kids:

“What’s for dinner?”

“Prime New York Strip Steak and a salad.”

“Ewe, steak? Can’t we have pasta or something,” asks Elizabeth (name changed to protect the princess).

Seems like all they want is Top Ramen. On the one hand, I’m disappointed, but on the other – shit, more steak for me!

I tried the Secret. I sent vibes out to the Universe imaging daughters that would appreciate our cooking, - our focus on ingredients. Zippo. I’m still waiting for the Universe to manifest that for me.

It did get me a bulldog, and that thing’ll eat anything I cook – so I got that going for me, which is nice.

A bulldog and steak. I should shut-up and be happy. But as the French learned, the people cannot live on steak alone (or something like that). They need carbs. And if you can’t wait for the Universe to manifest peace in your household (or like me you just suck at the Secret), you better get busy and make peace yourself. Get the pot of water boiling, ‘cuz kids want carbs.