After awhile the Engineer says, "Mommy you are a really good chef so can you cook something up for us?"
Which if you read about our ongoing adventure of food criticism is fairly ironic.
So I said "Sure!" and we all headed downstairs. Then the wicked CHEF mommy goes into psycho mode and makes. . . . .
Peanut Butter and Jelly stuffed French Toast
When the food is on the table and the boys are called the Engineer's first comment is, "This is different! Did you have a recipe?"
The Mommy says, "Indeed I did! When I was working in the schools a teacher taught me how to make this!"
I get a skeptical look and can tell that he is considering whether that is valid or not but having a teacher in the mix must have clinched the deal. Because all he says next is, "Are you suuuuuuuuure?!?"
At which point in time the Mommy sweetly says, "Don't knock it until you try it"
So the Engineer braved a bite and his face lit up in a grin!
I wish the story could end there...but if you know the Engineer you also know there is no way that was the last of it.
So he continued eating eagerly until all but 4 bites remained and then he says, "Mommy when I first tasted it was one of the yummiest things ever....but now it is disgusting"
Then he proceeded to give me a list of modifications that he would like me to incorporate next time.
First--no jelly
Second--no peanut butter
Third -- don't stack the bread
Fourth --buy more boysenberry syrup
Fifth--don't use maple syrup
And with all of that do you know what it brings you back to?
Plain ole' french toast no frills!
What a fun morning! Today his criticism didn't bother me at all maybe because I went into the whole adventure expecting it and maybe even egging it on a bit. I love my boys!
