You guys are familiar, I think, with my cooking
issues.
Today I made lunch for the boys (they wanted PB&J), then made myself a toasted cheese sandwich. I used kind of a small (bread-sized) pan, so had a hard time flipping the sandwich over. So I put my spatula on the top of the sandwich and flipped the PAN over. The sandwich fell out of the pan and slipped off the spatula onto the burner, and the melted cheese started dribbling out onto the burner.
I managed to salvage the sandwich, but the cheese started to burn right away before I could scrape it off. Peeyooo!
So I finally sit down with my sandwich, and DS7 says, "Heeeeeyyyyy! What's that?"
I said, "It's a toasted cheese sandwich." He's still eyeing it. I said, "A toasted cheese sandwich, which you don't like. You've complained about it every time I've ever made it for you..."
"Oh. It smells really good. And it looks pretty tasty... Can I have a bite?"
I pull off a corner and give it to him. He eats it and says, "Mmmmmm! That's good. In fact, that's really good! Can I have another bite?" Grumbling, I pass over the other corner, and finish off the sandwich.
He Mmmmms some more, then asks for another bite. I'm stunned, and I point to my empty plate. He asks for a toasted cheese sandwich, and I said, "Honey, eat the rest of YOUR lunch now. I'll make you a toasted cheese sandwich tomorrow, how's that?"
So he's all excited about tomorrow's lunch.
