Food Network Here We Come

I have a cute story about the boy. It happened just a few years ago. Have I told you before? Forgive my old-woman forgetfulness if I have.

We were at the park, and the kids were all playing in the sand. A small gang of them had decided to commandeer the bottom of the slide as their personal "kitchen." You know, making cakes and stuff out of wet sand and sticks. Then I hear a shout (a loud request) from my boy,

"Who wants to be my sous chef?!?"

I think perhaps we were watching a bit too much Iron Chef America back then.

He still loves to watch cooking shows with me, and he proclaims - like his mama - that Bobby Flay is his favorite.

From time to time, I can get him to cook with me. Not as much as when he was younger. Sad.

But, he will occasionally pop into the kitchen to "make something" for himself or whatever brave soul will eat it with him.

Side note:
One of the small challenges of a "deployment household" is eating. Well, not really the eating part... you can tell that by looking at my... well. Maybe I should say the challenge is cooking. Anyway, it's hard to find and fix a nutritious meal for two people. You just don't wanna put in the time and effort that it often requires. We eat out WAY too much, and salads get old fast. Toss in 100 degree weather and you get my issue.

Let the consumption of trash begin.

"What do you want for lunch today, son?"

"Mac and cheese and sushi."

"You got it."





And for you real foodies out there... that "sushi" came from the Commissary (Army grocery store). Classy.

Maybe Bobby Flay shouldn't be too concerned about his job.