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You Win Some, You Lose Some...

I have had a streak lately of making dinners that my kids L-O-V-E. I plan on leftovers and they eat it all for dinner. I knew my good luck was going to run out soon. I'm not used to the happy plate club. Well, my luck ran out tonight. I made a Curry Chicken Salad that I found at 100 Days of Real Food. My kids LOVE chicken salad. Olivia requests it on a regular basis. And meatloaf. Seriously. What kind of kid requests chicken salad and meatloaf as her two favorite foods? I saw a different recipe for chicken salad and thought it sounded like a yummy alternative to the normal one I make. And better yet, it was somewhat healthy. I had some chopped turkey in the freezer I pulled out instead of chicken. Same difference right? Also, I added raisins and some apple to the salad thinking that would be yummy in it. The first thing I discovered tonight is that my kids no longer like raisins. I'm not sure when that happened. Pretty sure they were eating them a few days ago. I'm really excited about their repulsion to raisins since I have to gonzo sized bags in the pantry. Then all three announced that dinner was "yucky." I roasted some asparagus to go with the chicken salad and crackers. The kids have been eating asparagus like crazy. Well, tonight they did not like asparagus anymore either. They basically ate crackers for dinner tonight. With forks. Carter was militant about getting his fork in a cracker. Which made a huge crumbly mess. Thinking about it, I'm not real sure they did eat any crackers. I think they were all crumbled up on the placemat.
Those faces are not loving dinner tonight. What about me? I'm not crazy about chicken salad to begin with. So, as far as chicken salad goes, I thought it was alright. Mr. Mayer ate some when he came home and liked it. I liked that it was healthy. I'll have to think of something else crummy to fix for dinner tomorrow so I can get back to the normal dinner dance. I can't handle them liking what I make! I'm not worried about my kids going hungry. Despite them thinking I'm not a very good cook they never seem to go without!
And just for your entertainment....
Olivia strutted off to school in this frock this morning. She has white footless tights and pink Converse tennis shoes with it. She thought she was hot stuff. The skirt is too big and fell down all day. It was a cute look.

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