Another moderately expensive dinner disaster: Gwyneth Paltrow’s homemade mac & cheese. Click here for the recipe, though I don’t recommend it unless you like oily, tasteless macaroni and cheese.
Barrak handled dinner duties tonight and he made what I had planned because I was caught up in work. He followed Gwynnie’s recipe to the letter. Upon tasting it, he had this to say: “This literally tastes like I am eating plain pasta. It tastes like nothing.”
I did take note of our dinner conversation tonight. Enjoy.
Greta, age 7: Daddy was afraid someone broke into our house.
Barrak: I left the garage door open when we ran to Fleet Feet.
Me: Well, I’m sure no one did. Belle would have eaten them. And our TV is still here.
Greta: What do you mean our TV is still here?
Me: Robbers steal stuff like TVs, computers, stereos.
Greta: What’s a stereo?
Me: How we used to listen to music.
Me: Magnus, did Mrs. T start in your classroom today?
Greta: That’s who I had for a substitute teacher!
Magnus [almost 5, totally exasperated]: Greta, you already told me that.
Greta: She has glasses. And she wore an owl scarf and we had donuts.
Greta: Daddy, are these hot dogs Hebrew National or Nathan’s?
Greta: Hm. They taste like Hebrew National.