I will regret posting this next week, when I can't think of anything to say worth hearing, but I had to share with you about Maren's first restaurant meal.
Last night, we went out for my birthday. It was kinda lame, but it's a super-busy week and we are super-broke. Anyway, we went to Mancino's. I've always thought of it as a local place, although my google skills tell me it's more like a not-very-common franchise. Anyway, if you are unfamiliar with the glory and joy that is Mancino's, there is pizza, but I've never had it so I can't vouch. The grinders are the real pull. Oh my, I could live off of those freakin' grinders. And the best garlic cheesebread you've ever had. Anyway, we went and had Maren with us (Brynn finally made it to the drive-in) and we wanted Maren to have her first custom ordered restaurant meal.
Okay, wanted isn't the word I'm looking for. Forgot her diaper bag is a better word. By the way, there will be a post about forgetting next week.
Anyway, there are plenty of items you can get on your average restaurant menu that would be fine for Maren: yogurt, applesauce, mashed potatoes. None of those things were available at Mancino's. I stood in front of the giant menu for five minutes trying to figure out what wouldn't choke her to death.
And her very first meal out was... Are you ready for it? Are you sure? Okay... French fries. That's right. So, am I the worst mom ever or what?
Now comes the paragraph where i justify myself. First of all, there really wasn't anything else. Secondly, they were baked fries. (Which is one of my favorite contradictions ever.) And she only had a few.
I swear, I was better at this mommy gig the first time around. Too bad there wasn't a blog around then to chronicle my greatness.
3 comments:
I think your computer just ate my comment, which was brilliant, or dumb. I can't remember.
But, happy birthday!
Happy belated birthday, and don't fret over feeding your munchkin fries. They were baked, not fried, so no harm done! Moms need to give themselves a break now and again. Society puts enough guilt on us without us adding to the pile!
Thanks. And you're not belated. It's today. Bob was early. On purpose. I've never understood why fries are the worst thing ever. Okay, they are not exactly health food and sometimes masquerade as vegetables (which is horrifying) but I wouldn't feel as guilty if her first meal out was ice cream or apple pie, so... I don't know, it's just like fries are this huge evil.
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