So as I was getting ready to go grocery shopping I asked DD this question:
"If you were going to be executed on Monday and the dinner Sunday on would be your very last meal, what would you ask for?"
Her reply?
"A cheeseburger"
Me: OK is there anything special about this cheeseburger?
Her: "No- but I'd want bacon on it"
Me: What would you want with it?
Her: "Tater tots".
So that's it folks. Her Christmas dinner will be a bacon cheeseburger and tater tots. The kids are having a roasted bone in skin on chicken breast that I will shred and use as a topper for their supper. I got myself a gorgeous bone in rib eye that will be grilled rare with a sprinkling of coarse sea salt. The kids will help me eat it, I'm sure. Sophie adores steak. She does not beg for food- except when there is a steak on my plate- then she is shameless.
DD is so picky. I have been asking her for weeks what she wants for Christmas dinner and her answer up until yesterday when I asked it that way was, "I don't care".
"If you were going to be executed on Monday and the dinner Sunday on would be your very last meal, what would you ask for?"
Her reply?
"A cheeseburger"
Me: OK is there anything special about this cheeseburger?
Her: "No- but I'd want bacon on it"
Me: What would you want with it?
Her: "Tater tots".
So that's it folks. Her Christmas dinner will be a bacon cheeseburger and tater tots. The kids are having a roasted bone in skin on chicken breast that I will shred and use as a topper for their supper. I got myself a gorgeous bone in rib eye that will be grilled rare with a sprinkling of coarse sea salt. The kids will help me eat it, I'm sure. Sophie adores steak. She does not beg for food- except when there is a steak on my plate- then she is shameless.
DD is so picky. I have been asking her for weeks what she wants for Christmas dinner and her answer up until yesterday when I asked it that way was, "I don't care".