The kids and I went on a play date with our old friends today. The hostess, who likes to cook, served Stromboli. (When I am the hostess, I serve Dominoes). I was concerned that my kids wouldn't like it. I thought that The Girl would avoid it for sure since she limits herself to just a few foods (her version of the food pyramid would have desserts on the bottom and vegetables in that little tiny section at the top). But I cut her off an end that was mostly crust (one of her favorite items) and just a little "stuff." When I delivered her the second helping she requested, she asked me if I knew how to make it. I said, "Well, we can ask Ms. Stefanie," to which she replied, "No, no, I know how to make it now." She proceeded to explain the recipe that she had already requested and received from Ms. Stefanie's seven-year-old daughter.
So, I guess we'll be making Stromboli soon. Thank goodness one of us pays attention to this sort of thing.
(Crap, what am I going to make for dinner tonight? Maybe cereal....)
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