A casserole — I know. Casseroles get a bad rap. Most of the casseroles I’ve encountered deserve it though. Canned soups, canned vegetables, processed cheeses — no wonder I look back on the 70’s and shudder — it wasn’t only because my mom dressed me in plaid pants and subjected me bowl haircuts on the kitchen table (I’m not bitter). Casseroles….they can damage you for a long time.
While driving home from the orthodontist yesterday I made the colossal mistake of asking my children what they wanted to have for dinner. If you want to cause controversy of any kind amongst the Dam’Kids, just pole all three at the same time over their opinions on ANYTHING – it’s practically like sending trouble an engraved invitation.