We’ve been having discussions (mostly with Ben and his hollow leg) lately about being considerate with food that is in the house. Ben and his Dad seem to think that once food is brought into the house, it is fair game. And they wonder why I hide items in various places. Now, the things I hide are usually for a specific recipe or treat that I want to wait to share with them. You know, like kisses for Christmas cookies, chips for Sunday’s lunch after church. Marshmallows and graham crackers for summer s’mores.
I just learned, much to my dismay, that my boys know my hiding spots. So much for me being clever!
The resolution of this growing problem hasn’t been agreed upon. They want me to label food that they can’t eat. I want them to ask first. I think I am right; they think everything is fair game. I’ve got two voracious eaters in the wings, so I know I need a game plan soon.
I decided to test out the labeling idea.
I brought home yummy leftovers from our First Date of 2014 last night (enchiladas!). To humor my always-on-the-prowl-for-good-food 14 year old, I texted him this picture:
And my witty son replied back with this series of pictures:
basement cupboard/ pantry claimed by Ben
refrigerator and freezer claimed by Ben
Upper cabinet claimed by Ben
Snack drawer claimed by Ben
Ben 1, Mom 0.