Camp counselor: Astrid, remind me, when did you turn three?
Astrid: I turned three on my birthday.
Max: Ooo! What’s that?
Me: It’s trail mix.
Max: I want some! Can I have some?
Me: But, you don’t like nuts.
Max: Yes, I do. I like THOSE nuts.
Me: You pick nuts out of your granola.
Max: Please, Mommy? I want a bag of trail mix, too.
Me: No, I think you’re going to pick out the chocolate chips and leave the rest.
Max: Mommy, I love cashews, and almonds, and those green nuts, and I also love cranberries. I promise I will eat it all.
Me: I don’t know… You always say you’ll eat stuff, and then you don’t.
Max: Please, Mommy?
Me: Well, what happens if you don’t?
Max: Nothing, because I will eat it ALL.
Me: Fine. *Hands over small bag of trail mix*
Max: *picks out chocolate chips*
At a play date yesterday:
Max: (whiny voice) Mooooommmmmmyyyyy! I have a cut on my finger!
Me: I don’t see a cut…
Max: It HUUUUUURRRRRTS!
Me: Oh, I see it. It’s very small.
Max: But, it HURTS!!! (tearing up)
Me: Wait… Are you SURE that’s a cut? Or, is it…A radioactive spider bite?
Max: (look of surprise)
Me: Yeah, that’s no cut, man. It’s totally a spider bite. (Gasp!) Maybe you have superpowers, now!
Max: Yeah… YEAH! CILLIAN! I’M SPIDER MAN! I’M SPIDER MAN! I HAVE A SPIDER BITE, SEE??
Tonight begins the first night of Chanukah, which also happens to be Christmas Eve, for some other folks. It also began right after shabbat ended, so it was a race to get latkes made…they are, after all, one of the easiest things to get done in sort of a hurry.
I’m not sure how or when or where I acquired this recipe, but it’s fantastic, and makes great holiday gifts. Best of all, it’s pretty easy; you don’t even need a candy thermometer! I especially love mine with cashews and pecans, but don’t feel obligated to add nuts at all… It’s just as addictive plain. Continue reading