Too tuckered for much else except to say that tonight’s Theme Night Dinner, All Liquids Night, went well enough. The menu: chicken soup (which I didn’t have the heart to puree in order to be truly a liquid), apple sauce, a flight of creepy health smoothies that said alarming things like “42 GRAMS OF PROTEIN IN THIS BOTTLE.” The green one was going to be a hit until it was discovered that it contained broccoli. Ovaltine milkshakes turned the tide of opinion on the meal.
Next up: American Night, which edged out Dutch Night and Western Night.
I can hardly tell you how Theme Night has transformed my feelings about fixing dinner. It was David who engineered this idea, which was born of justified boredom at what I made for dinner. (“Mom. I don’t mean to be rude, but I really am not loving dinner these days.”) We do it once a week or so: the fellas put themes into a pot, and at the conclusion of a Theme Dinner we pick a new theme. So far: Japanese Night, Astronaut Night (for which I served military MREs which were as close to NASA food as I could get, and about which Hubbo complained like a new recruit at boot camp), Vibrant Colored Food Night, German Night, Stadium Food Night, and All Liquids Night. Beige Night is still lurking in the pot.
I’m no Martha Stewart, people. It was pure, stinkin’ boredom that led us to this. And it is, I have to say, really fun. As long as there’s dessert, you can’t lose.
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