Despite the fact that my kids request the spicy basil eggplant from the Thai restaurant and have never met a piece of sushi they don't like, I have been cooking from Jessica Seinfeld's Deceptively Delicious cookbook lately.*
Last night I made a bastardized version of her taquitos, which she calls "cigars." A cigar, it seems, is the child-friendly version of a taquito. I filled our taquitos with her quesadilla filling, which is pureed white beans, cheese, sour cream and sweet potato. You puree the filling so the kids don't know they are eating beans and sweet potato. Because unidentifiable brown smush is okay, but sweet potatoes are gross?
The Upstairs Neighbor has been fine-tuning her salsa recipe and has been using us as guinnea pigs, so I served some of the latest batch with dinner. It's spicy. I took some, gave Chris and Lucy some, put a speck of it on Studley's plate and kept the bowl as far away from my mil as was physically possible.
Studley tried some of the salsa. "Augh!!!!! Spicy! Augh!" he said, submerging his face in his milk glass. My mil panicked a little.
When I reassured her that there was no salsa on her plate, she told me she was glad of that because the taquitos were pretty spicy on their own, thank you.
Proof that we experience what we expect. Because the last I checked? Sweet potatoes and plain pinto beans are not spicy.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen. I made Native American Bread Pudding for dessert and accidentally invited some friends to join us. And then an EXTRA musician showed up because there was food coming out of the oven. How do they know?
Speaking of musicans, there's one coming over this morning to work with Chris. I figured I should pick up the pace and get dressed, but then remembered that I met him in college, where we routinely showed up for class in pajama pants. Also, he plays in a band wearing his pajamas. Also he just showed up and said his wife is still in her pajamas, too. Hi Marilee! I knew I liked you.
*No, I don't feed my kids raw fish. But they eat everything else and are PEEVED that they don't get to have any of the spicy tuna mango martini at Mac's. To which I say "hahahahahaha, bummer to be 6, dude."