Danger Monkey, age 10: “What are you doing?”
Me: “I’m making a dry rub.”
DM: “What’s that?”
Me: “It’s a yummy mix of brown sugar and some spices that I’ll be literally rubbing onto a rack of ribs here in a couple minutes.”
DM: “Whoa, ribs for dinner! Cool!”
Me: “Wanna help make the ribs? I’ll teach you everything I know.”
DM: “Nah, but I’ll help eat it. I already know how how to do that.”
Me: “Dinner is served.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “What is that? It’s all grey.”
Me: “Pork loin. It’s delicious.”
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “I tried it but I don’t like it. I like meat that is more wet.”
Me: “Moist is the word we use there, and yes it’s a tiny bit overcooked. But it’s still delicious.”
DM: “I don’t like it.”
Me: “Can you try it before you hate it?”
DM: “Did you put any brown sugar on the sweet potatoes?”
Me: “Yes, lots.”
DM: “Not enough. They just taste like terrible orange potatoes.”
LMT: “I don’t like them either. They’re too soft. I like them hard and crunchy.”
Me: “You know…”
DM: “I’ll just make a PBJ.”
LMT: “Me too!”
Me: “Ingrates.”
DM: “What?”
Me: “I said… enjoy your PBJs.”
My wonderful wife got me a surprise Valentine’s Day present. She’s a keeper!!!
Very Vocal Viking 