Tonight I sent my boy in the store tonight to fetch something very specific. Sugar Free liquid Coffeemate, French vanilla flavor. Well. He got the flavor right. He came back with fat free dry Coffeemate. Okay well I can use that.
September 6, 2009
I have been chugging home made ayurvedic smoothies… almonds dates milk honey, oh and some frozen peaches and strawberries and the odd blob of yogurt. Almonds and dates especially are good for sick people. Well, for me anyway. I’m a big fan of the placebo effect, if nothing else. So I had a little left in the fridge and took it out to swig while I made the guys some melty ham and cheesey wraps. And my youngest looked at my glass of smoothie and said “Can I have a taste?” and I said “no, I have a sore throat, don’t drink after me.”
Mainly I didn’t want to share, so guilty of being stingy, I felt I had to come up with something good. I made a face and “Anyway,” I said “It tastes a little like old bananas.”
“Old men?” he asked, and nodded. He seemed perfectly satisfied with that as a reason he wouldn’t like the taste. I realized he didn’t hear what I really said, so I said, “no, old bananas,” and made my face. Again.
So as I finished up cooking the wraps and my beverage, I thought about that. Obviously I’ve been trying to apply some kind of teacherly behavior to my interaction with the boy. But mostly I wondered what he’d come up with!
“What exactly do old men smoothies taste like, Mr. C?” I asked.
He looked a little thoughtful and replied, “Oh, you know, green stuff, ear wax, and pimples.”
1 comment:
First, I like the new background. I little change is fun.
Second, I am glad I did not read this post over breakfast. I am feeling a little woozy, really ear wax... I can't take this stuff in the morning.
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