Noah's favorite dinner choice is the "Happy Meal" at McDonalds. It would also be his favorite meal for breakfast and lunch if he were in charge. Noah orders a "hammerburger"as he calls them, at almost any restaurant. "Make sure I get a toy and tell them I'm a boy."For some reason, Happy Meals are not always happy meals. Does anyone else have tears with Happy Meals?--"Mom, I already have this one. Why did they give me this girly thing?" and "I want that one."Yet, when it is the right toy, I am the greatest mom ever and he is so grateful for something so plastic and so cheap. The dilemma is not knowing whether or not that paticular day is the happy "Happy Meal" or the teary "Happy Meal."I leave it to chance and Noah is getting quite a collection.
When I cook, it rarely is a happy meal. Noah is very picky; he likes chocolate and chips. Rick wants me to cook, but when I do it is always missing a major ingredient or something. Then I feel hurt for putting forth the time and effort and for dinner satisfying only the garbage disposal.
Noah, or should I say Chef Noah, he can prepare a happy meal that will brighten anyone's day. He literally makes his meals happy. He also likes to experiment in the kitchen. He whips up some interesting concoctions out of any available ingredient (including the non-edible ones.)
What I learned from Noah: Have fun when you cook and don't feel bad, not all food creations were meant to be eaten.
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