A Mangled PBJ


Peanut butter sandwich
Zzzt, zzzt... It's making my brain short-circuit.

Who eats a sandwich this way?


Kara is the answer to that question. She's always had her own way of doing things. We're just doing well to have her even eating sandwiches at all. It's taken years to get her to mix foods.


All the components are fine separately, but mix them up, and suddenly it's poison. At least, that's what her view has been most of her life.


With soccer practice for Kal and youth group for Kara last night, it was peanut-butter-sandwich-in-the-car night. We did have spaghetti later when everyone was home, but they need pre-supper on nights like that.


I don't know if we'll ever graduate to casseroles. I love casseroles. Pick a base, slop on some glop and cheese, then bake at 350 for 30 minutes. Meal in a dish, done.


For now, we'll just have all the casserole components separately. That's okay, too.