How many times have you wanted a snack at night? I mean you’re
in bed, lying awake and a sudden urge hits you for food. That piece of cake
calling to you about midnight to come and devour it, to end its existence,
we've all been there. It’s been awhile
for me. If I act on those late night cravings, I find myself up the rest of the
night, so to me it’s not worth it. However, it might become a trend in the
Hedrick household, if someone has their way.
Monday night I had a fantasy football draft party to attend,
so Mandy took the boys and went out to dinner to Kneaders. We love Kneaders.
They have great sandwiches, great éclairs, great homemade chips, great cannoli
(leave the gun, take the cannoli), and great homemade soups. Alex always gets
the turkey sandwich on sourdough and Connor always gets chicken noodle soup. He
is not a sandwich kid; he just doesn’t like them for some reason. We have tried
and tried, but to no avail. It’s usually not that big of deal but when we go on
picnics or hikes, it’s hard to pack a filling meal that is not a sandwich.
Mandy has become very creative when it comes to packing his school lunches
(cheese and pepperoni anyone?). Nothing wrong with not liking sandwiches, he’s
just no son of mine.
So the meal Monday night goes without incident. The boys eat
most of their meals. Ok Alex devours his like an offensive linemen eating for
free at Chuck-a-rama (football metaphor! Nailed it) and Connor eats most of
his. For the record they both eat their entire sugar cookie. After they are all
done eating, Mandy goes to clear the table. Connor suddenly has a revelation, “mama
don’t throw away my soup.” Mandy replies, “Buddy there is not that much left. You
won’t get a good meal out of it.” Here it is, “Mama, we need to save it. What if I want a midnight snack?”
So here
it sits, ready for Connor and his midnight cravings.
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