Thursday, September 1, 2011

Pickled spaghetti

Last Friday, I made zucchini parmigiana as a way to sneak some more veggies into dinner.

Or so I thought.

Apparently, the days of being able to put tomato sauce and cheese on things to get the kids to try it are long gone.

T takes one look at it, sniffs and announces, "Gross! Spaghetti with pickles? NO WAY!"

::helpless giggling::

It never occurred to me that he'd think sliced zucchini = pickles. But honestly, I could see how he arrived at that conclusion and why he refused to try it.

No matter. R and I ate the zucchini and loved every bite.

I keep having this image in my head of T trying to impress a girl with his cooking by throwing pickles, ketchup, and cheese in a bowl and heating it, saying that his mom used to make it... Ahhahahahaaaaaaaa.

Anyway, today we were headed to the commissary after the Y and I asked him what he wanted for dinner.

T: I want spaghetti and meatballs, but not the pickled spaghetti you made the other night. Just regular spaghetti and meatballs, okay. NO PICKLES.

Pickled spaghetti. It's what's for dinner.


Sammie said...

Haha! Only a kid! But that dinner sounds amazing! Way to cook it up!

Daily Dose of Dahl said...

Thanks! It was pretty yummy.