Baby barista
This morning, Martin told me he wanted a "mocha" for breakfast. At our house, that means decaf soy mint mocha. When he ordered it, I had two thoughts:
1) Kind of a sophisticated request for a three year-old. Does it mean he's spoiled, or just that he's been exposed to things that some kids don't discover until their older... only because his parents LOVE espresso in the morning (called a Daddy Double at our house), or a decaf soy mint mocha?
2) When he's older and goes to a coffee shop on his own and orders a mocha, he'll be the guy at the counter demanding "where's the mint? is this decaf? why is there whipped cream on here? I like mine with soy - is this soy? what are the sprinkles on top?" It will be like the first time my dad ordered a cheeseburger away from home, and wondered why they put a hamburger in the bun with the cheese... his mom never did.
On the table last night: Sausage and Bean Ragu with Macaroni*
On the table for lunch: Houlihans Baked Potato Soup
On the table tonight: Salade Nicoise Sandwich
*I would definitely make the macaroni again, but I would cut the pasta in half. It was much better with just a scoop of each in the bowl. There is also enough to last us the rest of our lives.
1) Kind of a sophisticated request for a three year-old. Does it mean he's spoiled, or just that he's been exposed to things that some kids don't discover until their older... only because his parents LOVE espresso in the morning (called a Daddy Double at our house), or a decaf soy mint mocha?
2) When he's older and goes to a coffee shop on his own and orders a mocha, he'll be the guy at the counter demanding "where's the mint? is this decaf? why is there whipped cream on here? I like mine with soy - is this soy? what are the sprinkles on top?" It will be like the first time my dad ordered a cheeseburger away from home, and wondered why they put a hamburger in the bun with the cheese... his mom never did.
On the table last night: Sausage and Bean Ragu with Macaroni*
On the table for lunch: Houlihans Baked Potato Soup
On the table tonight: Salade Nicoise Sandwich
*I would definitely make the macaroni again, but I would cut the pasta in half. It was much better with just a scoop of each in the bowl. There is also enough to last us the rest of our lives.
That was an interesting comment about the cheeseburger. It reminded me that for years, prior to McDonalds and other fast food places, our mother fixed us cheeseburgers, often on meatless Fridays. It was a piece of cheese in a burger bun grilled like what some people call a grilled cheese sandwich. We all knew that a grilled cheese sandwich was made with cheese and white bread, so when you use burger buns it was a cheeseburger. That must be obvious to everyone, except McDonalds. When my brother and I ordered our first fast food cheeseburgers we were dumbfounded that these idiots put a hamburger patty in our cheeseburgers. After we laughed at the clerk, I quickly ate the whole thing before they realized their error and asked that I return the patty. Now my brother wasn't very quick at that point in his life, but I was able to stop him before he could return his patty to the clerk. It seems being dumb is catchy. Now everyone is putting meat in cheese burgers, can you believe it. I predict in their next cost cutting mode, people will see the error in their ways and remove the meat from the cheeseburger. Maybe, some creative people will offer real cheeseburgers and another option with cheese and meat.
While I'm on the topic of bread and cheese, I need to explain another strange happening. Mother called grilled bread and cheese a toasted cheese sandwich. We all know that when it comes to food items, mothers are always correct. I never doubted that the sandwich was called a toasted cheese sandwich. The 1st time I ordered a toasted cheese sandwich, the idiot gave me a piece of cheese surrounded by two pieces of bread fresh from the toaster. Why do these things happen to me. Now everyone except my mother and brother refer to the sandwich as a grilled cheese sandwich. I'm really ok with it, now, because who ever goes to a fine eating establishment and orders bread and cheese, unless the cheese is served on a burger bun.
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That story about McDonald's also reminds me of the time Grandma and Grandpa Mitchell went to McDonald's and sat down at a table. They couldn't believe that no one came to their table to take their order. After awhile, Grandpa went to the counter and told them that they'd like some fruit and toast. They said that they didn't have that. Grandpa and Grandpa left in a huff, saying that "McDonald's will never get anywhere with service like that."
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