No-ganoff

I sometimes tire of the mac and cheese-spaghetti-fast food meal rotation the children enjoy. I added variety to the routine tonight with potato stroganoff. It was the kind that comes straight from a box, with enough salt and artificial additives to make even the pickiest kids at least try a bite.

My kids wouldn't touch it. The boys may have snuck a taste while I wasn't looking, but by the end of the meal they determined the only suitable use for stroganoff was drowning it in Kool-Aid. Abbie simply screamed at my suggestion she taste it. I vainly tried convincing her that the potato slices were just like french fries.

It's back to mac and cheese tomorrow.