longing for Sunday sunday....

SO... growing up we very rarely had dessert.  It was a once in a while very special sort of thing.  However, when marrying Dave, I realized that some people have dessert every night!  Well, I’m not huge into baking- let alone working with gluten-free finicky flours...but I do try to bake him something every few weeks as his love language really is words of affirmation tied with food!

Then, I realized that finicky 2 year olds do much better eating their supper if there is dessert at the end.   So, I don’t go crazy with this, but try and have something sweet at the end of the meal.  Sometimes it’s a cookie, but more often it is some fruit, or a few chocolate chips, or a big marshmallow.

So...you can understand the excitement when we started adopted “Sunday Sunday” as a new tradition in the new year.  The kids have been overjoyed to get to make their own Sundays after supper on Sunday nights.   The chocolate, fruit, nuts, and SPRINKLES all on top of ice cream... they are in heaven.

Well, tonight Jesse suggested we have Sundays.  I told him those were a special thing for Sunday, and that I didn’t have the ingredients.  “Ok,”  he replied, “ We can just have plain ice-cream then.”   When I told him we were out, he assured me I was forgiven and told me that some chocolate would be just fine.  I told him that we didn’t have any chocolate sauce either.  He resorted to,  “How about some bananas?”   We were actually out of bananas, and he sighed and told me he would go and find something for dessert.  He stormed into the kitchen and I heard him poking through the fridge and cupboards,    “Sprinkles, Mom!!!  We can have sprinkles for dessert!!!!”  I told Jesse that sprinkles were not really something to eat on their own, and he sighed and went back into the kitchen.  “I know mom!  We have cantalow (cantaloupe)!  I would love some sprinkles on canatalow for dessert”

So, because I love my boy, we made some sprinkled cantaloupe for dessert.  (Dave and I opted out of adding the sprinkles on ours!)  That’s all for now.  Gotta run.  Thanks for reading.  I’m out.